We find a way to make our lives busy. It’s what keeps us going. It’s the drive, the joy, the work, that we somehow enjoy. And when given free time, we make ourselves busy again. Not ready to sit back and do nothing because something deserves your attention. We end up missing our hobbies, our …
Tag Archives: joy
Greater Grief- poem
It is as much of a curse to you,
For having left the earth.
And as much, maybe more of a curse to me,
To be left without you.
Run in the Rain
I crane my head to see myself amidst a sea of umbrellas. They are bobbing and bustling by, weaving paths around me. The people are looking down with their coats drawn up to their ears. And I stand there- unadorned and the odd one out. Do I need an umbrella? Or is it fine if …
Entranced- poem
Can one dream so vividly
That reality is distorted? The mind is
Lost in the folds of a blanket
Called memory
Fairytales
Once upon a time… Every night, you read out a story to your kid. Talking about dragons, princes, magic, wishes, pirates, fairies and another reality. Their minds are entranced, hooked, fascinated at the vivid worlds your words create. You don’t know it, but their minds wander in search for comfort. In search for a world …
Spectate- poem
This is a poem about how we wish to go back and go through our life. How we want to uncork the bottle of emotions built up inside of us, and let everything flow.
Slow- poem
Take things slow. Don’t rush
Your life in hopes of reaching the end
To find treasures that disappear.
Twinkling
We are constantly looking back on our memories. They’re arranged in a sort of a scrapbook in our heads. With each event, we narrate a chapter of our lives; decorating each page and ending with a flourish. Only when going through our book do we realize the tiny moments that made us smile. Sometimes it …
Laughter- poem
It’s been a long time Since I laughed this loudly and openly Unafraid of anything Being able to enjoy every moment of my joy Without being distracted and called to do something else My tears are tears of joy My over-enthusiastic voice is for my excitement My bursting heart My flowing self Are those of …
Relief
We start everyday holding on. We hold on to our loved ones to make sure they don’t leave. We hold on to the world to make sure we don’t miss it. We hold on to ourselves so we don’t fall. We juggle our tasks and go on to the next puzzle of life. Sometimes our …
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