who like to collect flowers
from places nobody goes
Who dreams of flowers and rainbows
Let people call you
by the name of sunflowers
Let the sunshine remind them of your touch
Don’t tell them you have scars in places you’ve never been kissed before
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When I was a little kid
When I scraped my knees and cried
My grandma used to take me
In her arms.
She used to say
“Boys don’t cry”
“You’re strong, aren’t you?” She told me
Stories of brave soldiers
Who died for their country
And stories from history
Of kings who loved war
She looked proud,
“See, that’s a real man.” The night she died,
I was afraid to cry
In a hall full of women
All teary-eyed, until
I saw grandpa quietly sobbing
Alone in his room
So that nobody would know
How miserable he felt
And nobody would know
That he was able to cry
To feel pain
But he was still strong to me
I saw him speak to the guests
Without a crack in his voice
Without the glint of a tear
Maybe if grandma told him
It’s okay to weep
It’s okay to be human
To let the pain out
That you keep in there
If grandma told him
Boys cry too
And being a man
Is to be a human first,
He’d have felt a little less sad
A little more strong
And as a whole, a human.
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What does it take
For humans to grow a heart
In their humanoid shell?
For us to be kind,
Be more like a human being
With flesh and blood.
Every day in the newspapers,
So many articles go unnoticed
Of how someone’s son was burnt to death
For being born in a skin
That’s painted black.
What will it take
For us to see problems that are supposed to be seen
That often goes unnoticed.
Before you write about the man who’s killed for the colour of his skin
Take a moment to remember
All of your faults.
Before you write about the number of tears you dropped
Remind yourself of all the times
You have joked about that brown friend
The number of times you’ve said
“You know you can become invisible in the dark”
“You see my skin is so pale but yours is like permanent sunburn”
It’ll be too late tomorrow
So start thinking today
Of the man who died begging for air
For water, for his life
Under the knees of a white man
Killed for the colour of his skin.
Let the “I can’t breathe” echo in every corner of the world
Let it haunt us
Till we question ourselves
Is white really the colour of peace?
What does it take
For us to start caring for people?
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After swimming through oceans of tears
Gulping salt water that tastes like poison
You look around and see just waves around
You reach out a hand into the void
You stand on the edge of that terrace
What once used to be your hiding place
You look down at the empty roads
The wind around is cool on your skin
On the verge of destruction, like a dead phoenix lies
Rage still clear in her eyes
Wings still ready to fly
But you’re on your bed,
Dreaming about the end of your day
Lying on wet pillows
Face still moist with fresh tears
While you imagine yourself in all of these places
You’re still here, on the edge of a cliff
One step, and you’re free
So you open your hands like wings
Like the phoenix in you does
Ready to burn itself in the raging fire
Lying on the scattered pieces of a devastated place
That you once called home
One last smile
As cold as the breeze on your wet skin
As dead as the love of a disloyal lover
And one last whisper
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You may wonder
Why I don’t write love poems
About how the flowers bloom
And how the sky looks during sunset
Because I don’t know yet
How to describe love
Red heart with golden glitters?
Or tears and heartbreak?
When I ask you to describe love
You just describe a face, a person
So I take a step back, afraid
For if you ask me how love looks like
I may just write about me
I may just write about letters and poetry.
If you don’t understand now,
Go back and read my poems
Combine them all and see
How they make a love poem
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.