The Poetry Marathon

Just like a soup,
we keep stirring a loop,
our lives also follow,
the same patterns.

Hearts ache for an escape,
and we find ourselves late,
in the hands of our fate,
we keep passing the dates.

One fine day,
when all our chores are done,
expectations met,
duties fulfilled,
sitting in the sun,
our hearts still ache,
we still want to escape,
find a fresh loop,
before we burn our soup.

These lights shine,
too bright for my eyes.
I shut the outer ones,
switch on the ones, inside.

This world is different,
no rush,
nothing gets crushed.

Here time is our own,
I build my sweet home,
or discover the one here,
Deep within,
with lights of its own,
taking me into unknown.

Here and there,
you may find them everywhere,
some on the walls,
while you are on call.

The one in the back,
a notebook in the stack,
sweet nothings,
tell no one,
deep secrets,
tell no one.

Those memories,
like a treasury,
Maybe like feathers,
sometimes we gather.

Those scribbles,
Here and there,
Happy times,
Scattered everywhere.

It could be my thoughts,

Don’t know what they cost,

My life or my goal,

They swallow me whole.

The thinking keeps me cold,

Far away from gold,

Buried inside my bones.

The lost one roams,

In search for a home.

Thought it as a curse,

Being able to feel so deeply,

Able to get in someone else’s shoes,

To feel the pain like they do,

Oh these emotions,

Making me mad,

Am I fragile,

Should be handled with care?

Then one day it shattered,

The cage I made,

Boom!

All gone,

The only thing stood ,

Unharmed,

Me,

I knew it was a gift not pain…

They held hands,

Long walks in the evening,

Played in the park,

Rode swings together,

One could hear her giggles clearly,

Loud and innocent,

For years it continued,

He was her best friend,

And one day,

She saw them together,

Looking at the mirror shocked,

She was standing alone,

No one beside her,

But she could hear him chuckle,

She chuckled back,

Moved ahead,

Holding hands,

Thinking the mirror is lying…..

When a flower blooms,

Looking at it your heart blooms too,

Its petals like,

They wanna hug you,

Come on,

Stop shying away,

Its life is limited,

to a day or two,

Still it smiles,

With hands all wide,

ready to embrace,

Whatever its fate,

With smile so bright,

Fills you with light…

The skies gone grey,

Its about to rain,

Not raining yet,

Wild wind on my face,

A long road,

A never ending,

I walk or drive,

Just see the sunrise,

Dip my feet in sea,

Or immerse myself completely,

Like a never ending song,

Keep walking,

Even if all alone….

A pitch black forest,

Afraid to enter it,

But had to cross,

No matter what,

This time I won’t turn back.

Suddenly something starts to glow,

I am about to follow,

To find the mysterious source,

I keep walking,

One foot after another,

Not thinking much,

Like a curious soul,

I keep walking.

Suddenly, I crossed the forest,

Where is the glow,

In the hut across the road,

I saw a mirror,

It was me all the way,

I followed myself out of the dark and into the glow….

Yes, Yes its true,

There is a valley of muse.

You can find many of them,

Some like to come with you too.

They talk to you,

Show you visions,

create worlds without divisions,

They show you the truth sometimes,

The other times unicorns,

It you,

who choose,

To stay in the real world

or explore the sky….