Here’s a poem dedicated to poetry and books. Happy World Poetry Day!
Like the spring finds its way after cold winter days
I find my way to you.
After nights of yelling at myself when my pillow covers are soaked in tears,
After days of gulping lies down the throat.
You keep staring at me with sympathetic eyes
But I don’t question why you’re here in this empty room where nobody comes.
You look familiar.
But you’re still a stranger, yet to be read
So I hold you close in my arms
You stare at me
You shower me with loving words
Tattoed beautifully on your pale skin
For the first time in a while, I feel like a human being
I never knew what love is
But you smell like home.
Like the sky is painted with bright blue hues after a violent storm, after the thunder clouds disappear,
You make me feel the same I can sense flowers blooming in my heart after the glaciers melt.
I look at you, you’re still looking at me
Like an open book, yet to be read.
You feel like home to me
She was a storm-filled cloud
And me, a broken house
Isolated on an empty road
Where no one likes to visit
But she did
She did love someone else one day
And mistook me for him.
She wanted to rain on my wounds
But I am not a broken field
Rain can’t fix my damaged skin.
I am but a distorted house
With my broken pieces spread around
Like an avalanche
Yet one day, she rained on me
Unaware, I might break down
And I did.
She moved to another place
In search of someone else
And this time, with a thunder of grief
In her cloud.
My mother used to tell me stories
When I didn’t want to sleep
Or eat, or do my homework
Of how there lives a demon
In the tree, a few steps away
I believed her
Because why would my mother lie?
And when I used to cry,
She told me stories
About princess and palaces
Of rainbow and phoenix and unicorns.
She bought me chocolates
To see me smile.
But now, that I’m under a foreign sky
That don’t feel the same
They have changed colours, maybe.
I don’t fear invisible demons anymore
But the real ones
With whom I live
Who, every night and day,
Pin me to the bed
And make me taste death.
I fear the demon that comes back home
To see me cry.
And if I smile, he tells me stories
Of his life,
How I am the villain in his books.
I forgot the taste of chocolates now
For they resemble joy.
The unicorns and rainbows have faded away
Under the cuts and bruises in my skin
But the phoenix, I still can see it
Rising from its own ashes.
“Someday”, I whisper to myself.
Everything my mother said was a lie
Except for the demons,
That live in people’s mind.
Let me send some sunlight your way
For you can’t see the light in you
You can’t taste the peace in your smile
What if the sunflower compared itself to the lilies?
It’d never shine again.
But the prettiness in those yellow shades,
Shall never fade
Let me send some love your way
For you feel lonely, you feel hurt
And look for love, where you should not
Love’s not rare,
It’s hiding where the eyes can’t reach,
Behind the walls of stone-cold heart
Or the wounds deep in your skin
Don’t look outside, it’s scary there
But look inside of you
That’s where lies the light, the magic
To guide you to the brighter stars,
And see how love reshapes.
Why cry to sleep, and live to die?
When you can love yourself
There’s sparkling fireflies above
Wrapped in glasses
Lavender scent around.
And there, the blue lights
Covering us from head to toe
We hold hands.
We don’t talk.
There’s smile painted
On each of the faces I see.
Night’s supposed to be cold
But I feel warmth
I feel an urge to smile at you
And I see you looking at me
Towards the next lane
Where a different light shines
And to the next
Unless we’re covered
In rainbow shades,
But we don’t talk
We just feel our hands
Tightening the grip.
Have you lied in a dark room
And wondered what’s wrong with you?
As you’ve looked straight into the darkness
And heard voices.
Voices in your head,
Constantly arguing, shouting.
You reach out a hand
Into the void
There’s nobody at the receiving end
Your feet cold and numb,
Your eyes teary
Your heart sinking deep down
The voices grow loud and louder.
Tells you constantly,
“You’re not enough”.
You put your headphones on
And play the music with sad lyrics
To tone down the voices
And the demons fade.
Music spreads through your body
And the voices go away.
Music playing loud inside, you sleep.
You sleep knowing you’re not enough.
Knowing you have no one by your side
And you sleep,
Until next day when you wake up
And realize you are not enough.
But till then you sleep,