The Poetry Marathon

Our very own cheerleader,

The one that keeps us going,

Telling us to trust ourselves,

What if it turns our enemy?

The voice within,

Says to stop,

To drop things,

Frighten us?

No, do not worry,

It is time to know,

You are the creator,

The origin,

If one turns against you,

Create hundreds of voices to fight back,

Trust me, it always works….

It has not passed yet,

The time is still running,

We must hurry,

Else, we won’t have time…

Never knew how it felt,

The feeling of getting butterflies in you stomach,

The will to let go of everything,

Just to hold on to someone,

Thought it all would be like a dream,

Reality was different,

It is like being calm,

The essence of it never change,

Though it takes many shapes,

The butterflies keep fluttering,

until the end of time….

Everyone looked so small,

I saw the clouds so closely,

Windows seat, always favorite,

Want to see how high I fly,

The world looks little from above,

Its problems too becomes small,

Its almost like getting wings,

Flying towards your destination…

Its like that rabbit and the turtle,

The race between you and the sleep,

No matter how hard you try,

Its never for a sec,

The nap extends anyways,

You wake up to see,

The turtle winning,

Or was it just a dream?

When everything seems wrong,

You run,

When storm is strong,

You run,

When you can’t get home,

You run,

When you have some goals,

You run.

You run to meet the deadline,

You run to keep that waistline,

You run to solve problems,

And when the path seems long,

You run…

My sleep broke,

Not with the alarm,

But with the chirping birds,

I got up,

As they sang the song of dawn.

Ready to embark on a new journey.

Without any luggage,

This time no guilt or barrier can stop me…

Those who know, know.

A place like a mystery,

Where everything has a history,

Here time spins like a wheel,

It never ends,

It doesn’t heal.

Everything is connected they say,

But how?

Is it possible to travel in time?

Possible to make it all right?

To not make mistakes at all?

or maybe not making severe ones at least.

I am yet to find,

Till then, the story continues…

Woke up again,

The time is same,

Many stories about it,

Was that a creak I heard upstairs?

Hello! Is somebody there?

Where is the wind coming from?

All the windows are shut,

Oh God! was it all not a fuss?

Are the legends true?

Is the devil true?

But wait a sec, are those my brother’s shoes?

He is back,

Silly me, let’s go back to sleep,

Anyways its 3 AM here,

But somewhere on the globe its 3PM too,

Time to dream again…

Looking out of my window,

Spotted a firefly,

Time for an adventure,

Grabbed my mask,

Covid hasn’t gone yet,

Off to chase,

There it goes,

Let me click a picture,

Zoom in closer,

Where did it go?

Into the strange cottage again?

Still illuminating inside…

Snap!

A dream again?

Time to fill the empty stomach,

Sweet porridge awaits,

Wait, is that the firefly again?