Someone told me that I’m a sunflower.
I smile too much, laugh too loudly,
I’m yellow.
I’m a living, breathing entity slowly being reduced to
One single flower.
Tag Archives: we are human
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
In Search Of
Quite often, I search for inspiration. I hunt for ideas and long for inception. I search in my room and rummage around in my cupboard. I squint my eyes and sift through magnifying glasses and telescopes, wondering how far inspiration is. Wondering why it hides from me and forever avoids me. I search in trees, …
Swimming Pool- poem
This is a poem about how we settle in with life. How we adjust to life’s rhythm and try to live to life’s beat. How we succeed, how we fail. SWIMMING POOL We’ve been swimming our whole livesLaden with floats and spongesAnd something shouting thatIf we drown, we have someone to hoist us up.But we …
Entangled
We find ourselves entangled in life. Our stories are each more complicated than the last, threaded with thought and detail. We focus on untangling our own yarns of wool and painstakingly untying knots we find along the way. We drag our threads through life. Making sure that we encircle every object, every person, with carefully …
quirks- a poem
i’m where i started, and where i’m going,and the experiences that have made mewith the people that have moulded me. i’m songs on repeat and full volume,and a head full of dreams i wonder i can chase. i’m also fragments of words trying to coalesce into senseand stars still stitching themselves into constellationsand i’m someone …
Don’t Stop- poem
This is a poem about how you should keep going. Life will be tough, but you are tougher. Be the storm that is unfazed, and take the next step in life.
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. …
Slip- poem
This is a poem about how we forget memories. The excruciating process, which we unconsciously give in to. And the state this leaves us in.
Remember
The weird thing is that no matter how much you try to remember something, you are bound to forget at least some of it. Some call it age, others call it running of RAM space in the human body, but we end up at the same conclusion. Books are forgotten, stories are half-broken, lives half-lived. …
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