The Poetry Marathon

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.

To be here
I am happy
Indeed I am
Sharing a passion
That burns my soul
Content, I am
Nurturing an idea
The same as you
A little nervous I am
Though knowing
There are no bounds
Encouraged to be real, I am
To be here, now, this moment
Full of pride,
I am!

I am a picture
Painted to be perfect
I am!
A poem… To be told
When nothing comes to mind
I am…
A story always ending
But on a happy note
I am,
A song that is sung
Inconsequential times
I am-
A doll broken to be
Like other
I am.
Just there but
Am I?

(p.s. Punctuation is crying seeing this… Artistic liberty??)

happiness is knowing the wait will be over soon and what awaits thereafter will be worth every second of it.