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
Tag Archives: joy
Battle- poem
Life is a battle
Between our past and our future
Between our memories and our dreams
Between ‘was’ and ‘will be’.
what happens if we stop trying- poem
what happens if we stop trying
if we stop trying so hard to get things done,
to make an impression,
to be someone?
what if we shrug and say that
life will draw out the ways
Where Are You?- poem
Where are you
When you stare into the depths of the outside world,
Without regards to your surroundings?
I need to know, where are you
When you stay silent for a while too long
Relief- poem
There is joy. After scouring the desert of lifeFor years- in hopes to stumble upon the sea;After finding mirage upon mirage And coming close to losing hope-The sweet touch of salty water embraces you. For a second, you know- there is joy. One second is all it takes to offer Visions of life waiting for …
A Shared Moment
It was tough to wedge the window open. It kept on resisting and Jane could see why. Maybe it was a sign. If it was, she ignored it. This had to happen. She persisted and it finally gave in. A gush of wind hit her and she could hear her heart pounding loud. Was she …
Don’t Forget
It gets scary sometimes, when you try to repeat something again and again. You say a word twenty times and it sounds like gibberish. You walk the same road often and you forget you’re walking. You read the same sentences, hear the same phrases, feel the same feeling, so many times, and you forget why …
Good Things
We all label some events and memories in our lives as the ‘good things’. Once we pass them, we tell ourselves that the good things ‘never last’. That they were meant to go, we were meant to find new ‘better things’, till the whole process repeats itself. But don’t the good things last? If you …
Easier- poem
Life was easier. (She took a deep breath.) Life was easier when my whole world boiled down to doll houses and a new remote control car A world where I wanted to be a fairy when I grew up. Life was easier when every day was a holiday and I was the protagonist in every …
Made Of- poem
We are made of stories.
Of memories of moments.
Of blossoms that yearn for ink and paper.
Of hearts that pump out instants and lifetimes.
Milomi's world 