I always like to ask people how they would describe a colour to a blind person.
“Green is touching the grass and facing the wind as it messes with your carefully done hair and laughing out loud.”
“Yellow is smiling so much your cheeks start hurting. Kissing a daffodil.”
“Crimson is being in love, being passionate, being intense.”
Tag Archives: joy
my madagascar- poem
“je ne parle pas français,”
i can hear the sea laughing at me but the sand
agreeing with me because
some experiences transcend words.
some feelings elude the need for language.
While Falling For- poem
It’s a spark, a tiny, kindling flame,
A humble comfort, a meek butterfly
But a butterfly nonetheless.
It’s bubbling, doing jumping jacks in a way butterflies shouldn’t be able to.
Is love a butterfly or a dragon?
Am I an Ocean? -poem
Words are water that need to be set free from mouths.
They need to be welcomed and cajoled and warmed before they can flow out to the shore.
calm- poem
what would we be in another world? would we be the same? would we shy away from chasing dreams? would we be chaos? would we smile?
Small Stars- poem
This is a poem about two young lovers, walking along the pier in the evening. Their love is exciting, bubbling, and shy but somehow they’re both nostalgic for the moments they’re experiencing that evening.
Expiry Dates- poem
This is a poem about a group of friends who realise they have to part ways. They all want to pursue different things and won’t be together anymore. Although they’ll be in the same city, they realise it won’t be the same anymore.
Beginnings
As everyone waits in anticipation for the ‘ball to drop’, the world comes to a standstill at midnight. We all halt for a few seconds. It’s one of the more meaningful yet fickle moments in life, a sign that time moves with a mind of its own. A sign that we’ve endured 12 months again …
I Met You in a Dream- poem
I met you in a dream.
I met you in full HD, in the highest resolution, in the most brilliance.
You waved at me from the border of reality and hallucination,
And maybe I imagined you fading slowly.
Certain Kind of Sadness- poem
There is a certain kind of sadness that resides in
The depths of the world.
The kind that stays hidden till sought,
Concealed in smiles and laughter;
The kind that ventures out in silences and boredom,
Like a hand that reaches out to pat you
But instead grabs you to the deep abyss
Milomi's world 