The Poetry Marathon

I enjoy the solitude

Leaving me for a small talk

Creating a solemn mix

It sinks in slowly

As I dance in its arms

Circling round and round

I like it’s company

My soul sings and soars

My mind still on those joyous moments

Clinging on to hope

Cherishing memories

I love the solitude

Which gives me love, joy and happiness

For real it seems

It makes me feel whole.

Between the heartache and pain

Losing himself to the core

He will never be the same

Plagued by insanity

Drowning in deceit

Tortured by reality

His innocence doesn’t show up

A pure heart, not he is

Breaking into pieces

Which has died inside

Little bit, one by one

Until he’ll have none

No one steps closer

For the monster he has become

No one has apologized

For what they made him

Should he apologize for what he has become?

Watching the sky transform overhead

Orange lilac hues as the sun sets

Flourishing more than ever

Clouds shedding it’s white skin

Watching in awe as it changed colour

Boasting an undulating opalescence

Of Pink like soft candyfloss

Compelling to reach up

Watching my teeth sinking into it

Letting the rain fall

On to my lips it seeps into my skin

Tracing the clouds

Watching the horizon

Where the fiery hues of orange burnt bright

An irresistable irridescene

Filled the belly with an inferno

Watching the kaliedescope creation

The stars blossoming through

The pallette of scattered clouds

This masterpiece, the same time tomorrow

Forgetting the memories

As the love fades

If ‘ther’ is life, ‘ther’ is death

We have lived in between

Flowers grow and wither away

As the season change

Hope I could say do not let me go

I will live with whatever I have of those moments

It will not happen in a day

It may be in months or years or a lifetime

It will take time; I believe seasons will change

Flowers will grow again from the seeds that withered

In time they will blossom again

I did not tell you the name of the flower

Which I chose to keep with me

A promise that you made

While you gifted me those tiny blooms

I will never forget; love will fade away

Little by little, I’ll cling on to the hope

As I preserve them in the form of dried flowers

Raised by men

Who taught me about womanhood their way

Handed me a cape

And let me run through the woods

When I reached a house

Tired and weary

There was a man hiding

Behind the mask of a woman

I was not scared

Thought he was my tribe

As his paws clawed on me

I realized, I was raised by men

Who never told me

I was one myself “woMAN.”

Ubiquity in my memory

The fact that you are missed

As the day glows yellow and orange

The summer of the eighties

Overlooking you for brighter birds

They sing sweet melodies

But I cherish the rattle and the chatter

An epitome of freedom

You don’t show the weakness and pain

You hide behind the tough guy charade

So, no one can see you afraid and cold

You taught me to let go and fly freely

As I sit there

Getting a glance of the outside world

Thoughts and emotions at peak

Strangers come and go

I sit as my mind wanders

Observing things around

My mind travelling to othe places

Physically here, but not in spirit

I remember flying freely

Stretching my wings

Yet I remember I am sitting

Yet I know, I am trapped at my place

My thoughts ignoring me

As I come to terms with the reality

Translating what is not

And I realize, that I am only sitting

Watching time pass through a foggy lens

Going mute on memories

Writhing in pain and agony

I thought this was worth the wait

I walk with a glimmering gold

Crinkles adorning my eyes

A few having a glance of my heart

A misty wistful wish it is

Muffled sounds which don’t carry

Sinking as I try to pretend

I forgot how I did it

Do I snort, or do my eyes become small?

Or they just brighten up

Is it loud or a silent one?

As I have become now

It mocks the anguish I feel

I sit alone and brood

I wish I had it to see

If it was for real.

Wish you could hear me

I know you can see

My large golden eyes, claws and paws

The fur so soft and the long whiskers

As I hear the pitter patter of steps getting closer

I hope to merge with the black wall behind

Hiding my face, so that no one can see

The metal bars hit with sticks

Ears flattening against my head

Someone screaming, ” I found it”

Chills running down my spine

I don’t want be found

” His fur seems so soft and those black spots”

Please stop the admiration, I want it to stop

I want to go home, to be free

Amongst my own, why are you doing this to me?

Pops in with a buttery texture.

Mouthwatering sensation

As I open my cupboards

They always fall off at my feet

As if begging me to have them

I pick the packet up and say, Movie needs to be planned

Wondering how can I say that

Crunchy buttery, chewy

The aroma you spread

Makes me to scream with love

Oh! my dear popcorn, thank you for being there and always.