The Poetry Marathon

Be as it may

The sun still shines

The baby still whines

The rain still falls

There will always be walls

The pages turn yellow

Many more rhymes will fall through

And earth will still keep going

And going and going

Be as it may.

In this darkness

When I was lost, with no vision

You called out my name

When I was hopeless

Drowning in despair

You reached out to me

You didn’t lie, didn’t say it would be okay

You were just there

Listening to me

And today, here I am

Just because you believed in me

Thank you, my friend.

Snacks

Water

Charged devices

Notepad

My favourite pen…

I am ready to go

Oh wait

I forgot inspiration!

I wanted to take all my experiences

the pain, the happiness

the peaceful times, the chaos

the precious moments, the weird ones too

and bundle all of them into a rhyme

but then I realized it already existed

it’s a poem we call ‘life’.

another hour starts

as the last one ends

and so ends my journey

for today.

I have been here

but for a short while

a moment of happiness

a feeling of belonging

and the spirit of never giving up

this short moment held

all that and more

much more than I could ever write!

closing my eyes

i dream back to the time

when stories made a part of my life

told by my grandma

before turning in for the night

now all there’s left

is the glaring silence of night

not the best lullaby

if you ask me.

In the hush of the canteen

surrounded by rarely seen fir trees

along the concrete path to the university

with hot coffee in my cold hands

I make my way towards the fog

and early morning classes.

With a burning heart

she rose up from the flames meant

to turn her to ash

and like a phoenix with her

wings of fire conquered the sky

childhood was like a dream

carefree, full of possibilities

treasure trove of wonder and curiosity

adulthood was a harsh wake-up call

to reality yet surreal

truth and lies woven together

so I heard though experienced neither.

My childhood seems so far away

though I am not yet an adult

not by the definition

the people go

for I have yet to wake up frowning

and fret over stuff a simple smile could solve

I have yet to know that life is not a joke

and stop laughing at my own misfortunes

I have yet to go and think what’s best for me

and not how i could make the day

better for everybody

not an adult, far from childhood

then maybe i am a drifter

yes, I go with the flow

singing with the wind

loving every second for

it won’t point out how tone-deaf i am

my childhood is far away

but life has just begin.