Who Am I? | Poetry | June 2022 | Pravin
Am I old or am I young, I know not what I am.
In the night A look at the sky Reveals the lights Of stars shining high, The clouds so gloomy Against a moon so bright Under a tree A traveler sleeps While a curious owl Stares unblinking
He didn’t quite fit in with the rest He tried once or twice but failed miserably Bullied and tormented, he went deeper into his shell He needed support and care, his mom could tell His mother used to tell him that he was special That she loved him and cared for him The little Read more…
I was wandering on the edges of reality Where it morphed into my imagination So much so that I couldn’t tell them apart It all blended into one patchwork of art Lonely, and feeling deserted, I went on with my life Picking up the pieces of what was left of me That was when Read more…
In the twilight mystery, engrossed in the vagueness of my prospects, I ramble in man’s ephemeral thought: At what point do things happen? And how long is it now? How do I stave off this awful event?
The sun came up as always bright and shining The sleepyheads got up grumbling and yawning “Why do you have to come up? Why don’t you just lurk?” Complained the grown-ups who had to rush to work “Why won’t you hide behind the clouds, you fool?” Shouted the kids who didn’t want to go Read more…
It was a cold and a moonless night With a cloudless sky and no light Anxiously, the girl kept looking back And her feet began to run instead of walk She had promised to be early and on time But she had been captivated by the shining lights Her golden hair flying away with Read more…
Would you believe me, if I told you about the dancing stars, Would you help me fill them in my empty jars, I want no riches or wealth; all I want is your trust, I have never been in love, so would you be my first? Would you be the air, to fill in Read more…
She waited in the corners As people came and went The winds howled faraway And birds roared above But she only had four walls to stay To have given up her freedom To only be called a beauty O’ what a silly bargain had it been One she had known all along One they Read more…
NoI won’tI promisedNot to cry andThat’s what I’ll doYou won’t hear from meThe way your words slashedLike a knife cutting my heart openI won’t give you the satisfaction you craveAs you clawed at my heart with spidery pincersI am strong as I laugh through the winds howlingI am unruly as you play peek-a-boo with my Read more…