Special
It is like pulsing flame
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange
Yet hesitant, mostly afraid
The tinted glasses, indifferent glances
worse, mistaken invitation
to add strokes to the palette.
We all share the same sky;
Do we see the same?
Torn between sharing a sunrise
or having a nightlight by the bed
This struggle; persistent back and forth
Is what tells me this is different—
This time, this thing
is special
(@writteninstead)
Learning
On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted
The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of constellation
Campfire rises and dances like fireflies
Ah, you keep learning to feel alive
(writteninstead)
Not everyone deserves your kindness
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
After being mistaken for blindness.
Charity has become a famous symbol,
Leaving the poor into dirty gamble.
Why go out and thrash the innocent,
First, try to make your home magnificent.
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Even after you overcame the sourness.
From tons of ways to give back to society,
Make sure only one to notice is almighty.
Time and resources aren’t scarce,
It’s you who’s constantly on a race.
Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Do it for self regarded highness.
Hope so high that it vanishes the reality,
Keep taking the tough route of anonymity
Who needs your big fat surplus reserves,
They take it to feed those hungry curves.
(submitted by @abhibhuraa
Air and Fire
It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance
I, compressing at air
you, taming fire
But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other
For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour
(writteninstead)
Never too dark to stay
To everyone,
Maybe you’re lost and looking for sunshine,
Maybe you’re sad and looking for a smile.
So,
Here I am to tell you,
You’ll get what you want, only if you try.
The struggle will be hard, and maybe you’ll cry.
They’ll try to make you stop,
You’ll have to walk alone.
But remember,
That does not mean you’re going all wrong.
There will come days you’ll see no light,
You have to trust your dreams,
Continue to go on and fight.
For all this as I end now in short I say,
It will never be too dark for you not to stay.
(Submitted by Tulsi Negi)
Sunflower
I only wanted to be free
Live against the gravity
Infinite, the colour white — I am sunlight!
But if I am light
I cannot love the shadows
How can I fly? With half body heavy in soil
Each of them
Formed a vein and spread like roots
I am no sunlight, I am only a sunflower
(writteninstead)
Not cotton
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