This is a story of sorts- narrated by a boy who grows up learning to fly kites. He recalls a memory of him flying kites and reminisces looking at a colourless sky. A SKY FULL OF COLOUR Kids my age bruise their fingers playing an electric guitar. I get cut on my fingers while flying …
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Sense- poem
Does sadness make senseWhen the world is breaking down andTears are breaking youInto a million million pieces? Does sorrow make senseWhen mourning seems too soon to do?While grief seeps through the open seams in our livesCarrying us into the sea of tears Does insanity make senseAs we slowly leak away from realityUnable to decipher the …
Tell Them
We keep a number of things to ourselves. Some important things like passwords, passports, things we secretly do to pass time. Some things embarrass us or are awkward stories to tell. Some things are our innermost feelings, or even our outermost. A lot of the times, we take months, even years, to spill these out. …
Blocks
We all start life with a bunch of building blocks. Every day we put one block on top of the other, and watch it become a larger structure. It has always been like that. Pick up a block, and place it. It was time-consuming, but consumed you. Some people would end up with whole towns, …
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 …
Fall – poem
I thought that I could climb a mountainThat I could overcome everythingThat I would reach my summitAnd look out at the worldBeaming and gushingAnd happy I thought I could do anythingSo I triedI took the chanceI stood and ignored the rocks that I stumbled upon I did not heed the avalanche of bouldersThat greeted me …
Hoarse – poem
This is about a woman who shouts at her life, who took her son and left her back. She doesn’t know what to look forward to, for she has no reason to wake up in the morning. Her tears enrich the garden, yet her pain is everlasting.
Tumbled Down – poem
I tumbled down the grassy hillI fell upon my kneesI still could see the faraway millMy locks had found their keys I bruised my hip, I bruised my shoulderAnd soon it had started to bleedBut after many years, when I was olderI had learned to never take heed Of the places that brought me hurtOf …
Drops of Red – poem
My innocent hands gave way The glass fell down Upon the floor Inviting the inevitable noise The shatter of glass into a thousand shards That can’t be pieced together. However hard one tries To clean up the mess made The glass is collected And thrown away. But it’s bits and shards Are still scattered among …
How Monsters Die – poem
Monsters are the worst omen They have a part to play They have a story to ruin They have lives to end And are ended by heroes They can never live It is almost like a crime to let them live And the hero can never die It wouldn’t be a story But no one …
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