24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hi there!
In the unending ocean
I send my song
my voice carrying
all my emotions
and pray that someone
would answer just once
at least this time
but no… my song
doesn’t reach them
No matter how loud I sing
Journeying alone
my heart withers
the dark ocean
is cold… and sad
So I sing still
knowing my voice won’t reach
I sing still because
in the end here I am
Even if no one else is
I sing for myself
A firefly in a bottle
It tries it’s best
to fly and shine
in such a closed space
It makes me think…
Doesn’t it get tired
Seeing freedom through
the fragile glass
but unable to reach it
It makes me think…
It would be strange if
the firefly isn’t sad or
angry or in despair
And maybe it just puts on a mask
Of hope and effort
A cheerful mask that hides
how tired it is
It makes me think…
Of the view before
a cottage window
barely visible through the treeline
and an empty smile.
I am tired
of fighting my emotions
of discarding, suppressing
what makes a part of me
I am tired
of you telling me
my feelings are not right
Angry at you, at myself
for invalidating something
so true to me, to my story
But not anymore!
I am not the same as you
of incapable of speaking up
of voicing out what I feel
So listen now when I say
loud and clear
My emotions, my feelings
are not for you or anybody to judge
Good, bad, positive, negative
they are a part of me
Of my story
Of my heart
The proof that I am
Alive.
Oh how splendid would it be
Just imagine a season of books!
Yes, books…
Blooming like flowers on roadside
Or a meadow full of them
Falling from trees like autumn leaves
Or dew on a wintery morning.
Books…
Of all kinds too
And genres! Can’t forget those
Maybe they will come flying
Like butterflies or
Soar like birds
And we’ll have to run to catch them
Or they would drift away…
Quite a thought I say!
And we, yes the readers
will get some exercise too this way.
A soft wind carries
our laughs, our voices
to reach the distant-most memories
The water is cold
I don’t like it but
it’s still fun
To dance in the rain
with you.
My heart is full of warmth
This night sky full of stars
Reminds me of when I was a kid
And looked up to a similar sky
Wondering if I could reach those stars
If I stretched my hand far enough
The dreams changed when
One day I could only see
The dark clouds covering the sky
Which had always seemed so
So invincible, so untouchable
Yearning for the light
I couldn’t understand why
Why didn’t the sky fight back
Was it’s light not enough
To even make a crack in the foreboding clouds?
Of course, things have changed
since then, I have changed
And now I realize that maybe
Maybe the clouds were just like me
Admiring something from far below
wondering if they could ever reach it…
Maybe if they stretched far enough?
To the me who still believed,
I know you are hurt
afraid to get up again
of falling down again
I know you are sad
suffering, in darkness
You who used to believe
in everything good…
I think it’s time for you to believe again.
To come out in light
to get up and walk again
maybe run (but there’s no hurry)
I think it’s time for you to
Shine Again.
Dear My Motivation to Write,
Please come back. I need you.
Yours Truly, hdrjvdghjk.
My life before my eyes
it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by
to completely tell the story
of I who existed at some point of time…
A second for the lost childhood
spent in a broken home
Another for the love that
was doomed from the start
One second was enough
to cover all that I loved
Books and poems and childish games
were still a majority
The fourth came and went
with memories of a distant dream
It was bound to be abandoned
Family responsibilities
One more second and I knew
It was full of the so called regrets
Then why was it the only happy one
I don’t think anyone can answer it
Then it passed and along came
another one, of time with you
For a second, it seemed even shorter
yet somehow longer than eternity
And now here it is the last one
and it has only an incomplete picture
A poem that never saw the light
of the day… was this my life?
1. Books
2. Tea
3. Pyjamas
4. Ecstasy
5. Rain