The Poetry Marathon

Looking out the frosted car window

to that shining orb of light

in the dark, dark sky

the winding mountain path

and trees I have no idea

what to call

I reach out my hand

I don’t know why

to grasp it and the cool window

thwarts my effort

not that it meant something in the first place

though now i have someone

something to blame.

from the high shelf

of a dainty toy store

the pretty doll looks on

as kids of all ages

smile and play and take home

their new playmates

friends, even best friends for life

( or until they overgrow them)

but that’s all she does

she would sigh if she could

oh! how times have changed

she thinks as she waits

once a rare treasure

now she is just another toy

in mass-production

left to wait an eternity

and watch-on from

the high shelf of a dainty toy store.

(no, I did not write this while watching toy story)

it’s always cold inside these glass walls

the same scenery and no warmth

earthquakes shake me up

every now and then

no place to go

nowhere to hide

though I have been waiting

all this time, it’s been

the same silence and the cold

it’s always the same inside these glass walls

the same scenery and no warmth.

the light wind blows through my hair

the sunset in the background is all I see

until you call my name

as if breaking from a trance

I have been in all my life

I see you at last

and though I want to ask where have you been

no words leave my heart

just tears of happiness

or maybe fragments of the past pain

I would never know

just that you are here, now

and I couldn’t wish for anything more!

Flowers
a lot of them
pretty too
so I bought a bunch
realized later
they were artificial

I saw wings
fluttering
and thought
tis’ a butterfly
It was a moth

no worries though
they all are beautiful!

the white, elegant one
which you always had on you
you gave one to me too?

the one you told me
everyone had and was important
if I wanted to be considered human?

yes, that’s the one
‘conformity to the norms’
was it?

I searched for happiness
I wanted to be free of pain
Never wishing to look back
But here I am again
Anxious
Afraid
Angry
How could I not be?
It’s a part of life, yes
Then why do I feel
It’s not a part of me?

Fearless
That ain’t me
Though I was
Born to be free
Living
I do it everyday
Or is it breathing
Whatever it may be
Happy
I know it’s me
Though I have no idea
Why would that be.

Endless Dreams
On a star-filled night
Countless times
I failed to count
Mesmerized
In awe of their beauty
Their warmth
I could feel from
Millions of light-years ago
Safe distance, I must say
Admirable but I wouldn’t
Want to burn so.