The Poetry Marathon

Been days since I started And
I still have Miles
To travel To
A place to Go
With only so much time Before
Wanting to give up I
Just want to go home and Sleep

(Line used is Robert Frost’s “And miles to go before I sleep”)

The empty pages
Of my favourite journal
Tell a different story
Than the freshly organized
Files in my new laptop

Along the way to
My old school lies a rundown
Old house With walls
Covered in chipped paint
And beautiful vines

Envy is green
Sadness is blue
I really don’t know how to rhyme
Just get a clue!

Cold water washes my feet
The super stubborn sand
Still sticking to it
The smell of sea fills my senses
The smiling sun tickling my skin
Hearing the sound of rushing waves
I let my mind wander
To the time when we
Used to make castles in the air.
Then get on them to fly off
To that one far-off place….
Do you still remember it?

A stone path
Shining with fallen leaves
Leads to a peaceful
Lake in forgotten woods
The home to my verses

Looking up at the night sky
Filled with these little stars
I think back to when i was young
And tried to count them in all seriousness
Sometimes reaching out my hand
As if to get hold of one of them
And getting all dissapointed
Realizing I was just a tad bit short.
I always ended those adventures
With a resolve to grow up
And reach the stars as soon as possible.
Now that I am all grown up
And as tall as I’ll ever be
I wonder where did that resolve went off to….
Maybe it’s among those stars
Still in front of me yet so out of reach.

The wide, open sky
With different hues of blue
Admires her own beauty
In the mirroring clear surface
Of the wide open ocean,
Who is relentlessly trying
To grab her attention by waving
Notwithstanding the bright light
Staring in his direction
The elegant lighthouse sighs in despair.

Closing my eyes after a tiring day
Sleep is still far far away
But sleepless dreams haunt me still
An old memory of us up that hill
Where we used to run around
Holding hands and with books abound
No one there just us and them
Pretending common stones to be gems
And exchanging them in place of rings
Promising our love will never be just a fling
Oh! Such a happy place of the days past
To think of the meeting that was our last
Upon that same hill where we used to laugh
You left me crying with a heart broken in half
And today , I am again thinking of you
Still wondering if any of your words were even true.

Even if we give our lives
For them and the ones they care about
Even if we bleed out drop by drop
On the cold ground and still reach out

We won’t be hailed as heroes
Just as people who did as taught
Fighting a war never our own
Still dutifully giving everything we got.

We still won’t be hailed as heroes
For there will be nothing left of us behind
For them to remember us by
Just a vague memory that we were one of their kind.

Even if we die the death
They hold in great regard
We won’t be hailed as heroes
Just as people who worked hard.