The Poetry Marathon

Hair swaying in the not so gentle wind
As feet fly up to reach the sky
It’s not the creaking of the old swing
But your laughter that I hear
As I stand across the sunflower field

I see the flowers facing
Not sun, but you in full radiance
As your happiness warms up the sorroundings
And remind me of a forgotten time
When I was there on the other side..

Not a spectator of present
Not a spectre of past
But there just in the moment
With hair swaying in the not so gentle wind
And feet flying to reach the sky.

I reached the edge of the Earth
The very end
And leaned a little to look down
But it tilted and I fell
Down, down, down
Till pitch black turned to
Hues of sunset and pink sky
And stars turned to the other side
And I fell on doft green grass
Finding myself on the other side
I reached the edge of the Earth
The very end
Again, I’ll say, for I lost count
How many times has it been already.

The coffee pot’s empty!
Oh, what a tragedy!
Who could that monster be—
To empty the pot and not make more coffee?

And right there!
A clue I find
That would lead me to
That inhumane fiend

Grease on the handle
I think I know who it is
The preposterous being
Eating fries while stealing!

No more evidence is needed
For right there he is
On the couch, munching away
Watching game while sipping on MY COFFEE!

Brother, I warned you plenty
Now prepare to pay for your sin
With your life, I say
As I yell for mum to come and see

And in she comes with a broom in hand
A solid weapon ready to strike
As she asks menacingly…
Who drank all the coffee?

Between life and death
Lies a place
Of warm sunshine
And gentle smiles
A place with no grief
Nor sadness
Nor despair
A place of serenity
Of quiet
Of perseverance
Between life and death
You are safe
From miseries of living
And regrets of dying
Safe
And sound
And secure
And dreaming
Between life and death
You can just dream
Of a warm, quite place
Before waking up
And finding yourself
Back in the cold clutches of hell.

A blank wall is all I need
To let my imagination run wild
To conjure up images
Human yet divine
To come up with colour palettes
Somber yet bright
To tell a story
Dead yet alive.

A blank wall is all you need
To let your voice be heard
To create a symphony
Known yet unheard
To bring to life a tale
Of everyone yet none
To write a poem
For all yet just one.

To the dumb, impulsive, impressionable me

From 10 years ago..

Get it together, girl!

You gotta go, keep moving on

The world won’t give you time to breathe

Nor does it do that favour to anyone else

So get it together girl!

Make your own impression

And learn to hide your impulsiveness behind words of reason

The world doesn’t forgive

But, you can

And start with yourself

With the fact that even 10 years later—

You are still your dumb self.

Something lost,
something found

Oh well, that’s life..
Why was it not just last year that

I found a job
But lost all time

Found stability
But lost spontaneity

Found a niche
But lost warmth of home

Found acceptance
But lost individuality

Found a way to live
But the will..

Oh well!
Something lost, something found…

Ain’t that life?

A single light in the dark
A warm corner in endless winter
Like the embrace of age old cardigan
After a long journey home.

The smells will fade
So will the touch
The face and voice
Will be but a hazy picture

But I will remember
The warmth
The heart
The single light in the dark.

Changed devices,
made me think.
What else changed?

Hope was never a gentle touch
It was always a punch to the gut
It hurt, and that’s how we knew
It was there.

Hope was never a fleeting dream
It was the Stardust that made reality
Even if no one realised
It was already a part of our being

Since the beginning of time
Hope was never a vague feeling
But a harsh tug pulling us together
In the hardest of times.

And when there was nothing at all
It still burned bright
Even with the shadow of despair
It remained a guiding light– that is hope.