Day 20: Wish — October 20, 2017

Day 20: Wish

Here is a poem I wrote for a friend a couple of years ago. When I read it now it seems funny. But back then it had power. However, I wouln’t want to explain the point behind it because then it won’t be that fun. 😛

Time changes. Doesn’t it? Sometimes I WISH I could go back to being a child. I say this because this poem reminds me and a friend of mine of a cartoon we used to watch when we were kids. It was called Dragon Tales. Ring a bell? These day what I try to do is make my siblings watch it instead or other horrible cartoons they have these days. Good ol’ days. Sigh. Well here goes! 😀


I wish I wish with all my might,
To have a heart as pure as the morning light.

In this era of ignorance, the darks we must fight,
Forever, let our good deeds shine through the night.

Violence,hatred, racism, major problems,
Not one, not two, maybe even more than five,

Continuously and permanently add misery,
to our dear little life.

In the lane of hopelessness we can take flight,
But questioned we’ll be for being able to fight.

I watch joy be overshadowed with sadness,
In the silence of the night,

With all the inexplicable thoughts,
I yet not let my hope take flight.

I still wish and wish with all my might,
To shine with hope as beautiful as the morning light.

 

INKY

 

 

 

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Day 17: Dead leaves — October 17, 2017
Day 5: Time — October 5, 2017

Day 5: Time

Today was that day when I was first confused of whether I will go for poetry or prose. Then I started writing and kept switching between the two mainly with three different ideas. Well in the end you get this.

You’ll enjoy the poem if you follow the tune. 😀


Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Inner angel and devil want to talk,
As thoughts in my head start to walk.

Positivity is to be at all cost, blocked,
As negativity gives a mighty hard, knock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Sweet memories erased as if white chalk,
Whilst darkness and sad memories begin to stalk.

Into a puddle of fears my heart drops,
The intensity of pain is no more a shock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Fragments of hope mysteriously start to flock,
Saving the heart from being forever locked.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!


This was a post for DAY 5. If you’d like to participate in the ‘October Writing Challenge’ check out the word prompts here.Enjoy. 🙂

INKY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 3:HORSES — October 3, 2017
Reigning back focus — May 22, 2017
Longer — May 15, 2017

Longer

The longer I stay awake, the more I walk,
The more I walk, the more my legs ache!

Desperately begging for me to stop,
But my racing thoughts won’t allow it.

Until I shut my eyes tight,
And enter the world of dreams.

Where midnight madness ends,
But nightmares begin to scream.

Shades of blue — April 11, 2017

Shades of blue

blue

I do wonder why the sky is blue and here is my reply of why the sky is blue.

When someone feels blue, they look up or try to.
If they’re lucky there will be someone behind them,
that helps them to, look up.

And when they do the sky absorbs that blue, their sadness.
No matter what intensity of sadness it is.
Whether the sadness maybe as little as shade of baby blue,
or with bit more of misery.
Perhaps, navy blue.

As the day progresses the sky becomes darker and darker.
Since every passing second, it has absorbed,
someone’s misery into it’s vast existence.
As the night falls, the sky starts to lose the azure,
and becomes almost black.

 

The sky maybe be black late at night.
But people have been healed.
People will have lighter blue hearts.
The following day the entire cycle begins again.

 

Why do you think the sky is blue?
Would you guys answer it the same way my father did? XD
Love my Baba! ❤

blue baba

-INKY!

 

Tears for purity — March 23, 2017
Past hope — March 3, 2017

Past hope

Million years ago when dinosaurs used to live and die,
Some were huge and some could fly,
Just like my hope that soars or cries.

My hope is immense yet it burns,
Burns out when the tables turn,
And in my life emotions churn.

-INKY

 

12 January 2017 — January 24, 2017