The Poetry Marathon

Lights are dim
Roads empty

No water to swim
Nothing seems to sink

The night is dark
Even stars are asleep

There is nowhere to go
No one to lead

This scene is rare
Still I am there

Imagining a ray of light
approaching towards me

A late night train
Will Teleport me
Into the world of my dreams…

Like a ship disappearing in the sea
I get lost when he touches me

We are not alike
but afar

If he is a sky
I am just a star

If I am a puzzle
He is my key

We solve each other
Like riddles are done

We walk together
We fear no one

He made me realize
Which I didn’t see
The magic I seek
Is inside me

It trickled down slowly
Then got united
Made a line
Started flowing
It passed through the dressing table
Where she combed her hair
It got out of the closed door
No one was outside
No one waiting for her
No one to ask
No one to hear
At last it reached the garden,
The soil hugged it
The soul of the dead girl sighed in relief
At least her blood found a home.

– Hardika Sharma

Hi! I am Hardika from Delhi,India. This will be my fourth full Marathon. I am not a poet but this event turns me into an amateur one. The marathon gives me a chance to dig deep inside myself. It has become like yearly ritual of introspection. For the Newcomers, welcome to the fam, you all are about to experience the most amazing journey of your lives. If at some point you feel yourself slowing down then post your feelings here in the group and I am sure you will find the elixir to start again! Cheers to Poetry!

Once again Thank you Caitlin Elizabeth Jans and Jacob Jans for making it all possible.

P.S can’t wait to own the T-shirt.

While reading something

i think of the last line

Its so important

More than the first one

The firsts make you move ahead

And the lasts stays with you

No matter how long it was

Many years may pas.

one always remembers

The lasts

The last kiss

A last hug

The last goodbye

His face,

When we met the last time.

The last line

keeps all of the things

It embraces

All the flaws

And still makes you remember

The sweet memories

The last line

is our true companion

Which remains with us

The whole life..

A journey of 24 hours

Reaching its end

Muse is being thanked

For the companionship

Encouragements are turning into excitement

For some it was a first

For others an yearly ritual

People exchanged love

they smiled and laughed

New friends were met

Lots of poems were written

Places discovered

Worlds created

I just saw a unicorn

There goes a butterfly

A journey comes to an end

And I got drenched

When the world wrote poetry

Together!

Imagine the world to be without boundaries

No borders

No countries

No armies

No battles

No visas

Nothing

There would be just two things

Good and Bad

but nothing will be ideal

There will be protector

But no differentiation

Imagine if we all stop following

And start agreeing

everyone free to say anything

Every opinion will be debatable

There will be a thinking

Thoughts , messages ,goals

But no cults,party,Politicians.

People will be free

To learn

to live

to earn

to create

to roam

to embrace

Imagine if we have no boundaries..

An amateur Poet

Doesn’t write a poem

Only the heart is written

The pages are filled

Words are trashed

Pens are changed

Places explored .

An amateur Poet

Writes what she sees

She remembers her past

Brings back all the memories

And stores them

Between the lines of those pages.

An amateur Poet

Don’t know the styles

No prose, No haiku

She writes in a tune

Remain in her world.

An amateur Poet’s poem

is untouched

She doesn’t know

About the edits

About the drafts

She bares it all.

An amateur Poet

is innocent!

The road ends

To a destination

If not

Then a decision

To begin again

The dream ends

To wake us up

To turn them true

Create something new

A life ends

Makes us realize

Everything will be left

So live in the while

The race ends

To declare a winner

To declare lessons

Motivation keeps us alive

Endings are beautiful

They are creators

Of memories

of destinations

of decisions

of Life!

I am done with wandering!

Those mystical creatures have abandoned me

They have flown away.

I am done with Wandering

The night sky has become too dark

Those stars are packing their bags

its time to go home.

I am done with wandering

The wind has calmed down

My hair have refused to be messed up

They want to be straight and smooth.

I am done with wandering

Its been too lonely

The roads are long

No one is in sight

Its time to find a home.

I am done with wandering

My brain said

You need sleep at nights now

The dreams are just illusions.

I am done with your excuses

Says my heart

This is the right time

The roads are quiet

Creatures left you

Hair are still messy

Your mind and heart are fighting

The magic can happen anytime now!