U- Understand (to the one who walked out)

U- Understand (to the one who walked out)

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Understand,
When you decided,
We wasn’t worth the war,
My nights turned colder,
Than the December weather,
Soaked sheets became my partner
And gloom my constant shadow.
I was broken
And I showed it.

But understand,
A man walked out before you,
I was six and I remember,
Gazing through
Night constellations,
Wondering when,
He’ll make an appearance.
I was six,
I learnt to mend me.

Understand,
My atoms are made of
Brokenness and resilience,
And the stars at night I gaze at,
Remind me, of the light in darkness;
And my Lord,
Who saved me at six,
Wouldn’t leave me broken at thirty.
Understand- today I am grieving,
Tomorrow, will dawn a new scene.
Time for wallowing,
Time for fixing.

DAY 30: Overwhelmed

DAY 30: Overwhelmed

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This universe,
With everything in it-
The gallant stars, the milky way,
Earth and it’s seven revolving sister planets,
The mountains- standing firm and strong,
The dancing waves of the deep blue oceans,
All of it, magnificent creations.

And there- she is,
A bare creation of 5″6,
Wondering where she fits amidst,
Overwhelming beauty,
Overwhelming presence,
Overwhelming people at every single corner.
And she thinks, maybe
It isn’t for me-
I could leave,
and no one would notice i’m gone.

But girl…
This earth was made for you,
To wonder and ponder and dwell In it,
To climb up those mountains,
Feel the air upon your skin,
Watch the stars light up darkness
Swim amongst the sea entities;
If you find this world overwhelming,
It may be thinking the same of you,
Don’t get stuck on what is theirs,
While your beauty eludes your view.


Day 30: Stars. In response to December Poetry Challenge (31 poems in 31 days). The beautiful picture above is courtesy of Canon WR.

When the world sleeps-

When the world sleeps-

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I sit alone,
While the rest of the world sleeps;
Blanketed,
by my thoughts and memories ;
Resurfacing,
With dusk and the star beams;
A turbulence,
In my world-I’m befriending;
At night,
The voices in my head speak.

I sit alone,
Envisioning galaxies;
Distracting-
My mind from its turbulence;
While the sight,
Of the starlight twinkling;
Gives me hope-
maybe someday I’ll be free;
And explode-
Like meteorites in galaxies
Giving birth-
To the planets, a new me;
Thus I think-
At night, when the world sleeps.

IMAGE CREDIT: Hii Felicia