Little girl.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl…

Who watched the birds fly as their wings curl..

She had to see the world and knew she could try,,

So she sewed a pair of wings and painted it sky…

Once upon a time the kings raged a war,

They snatched away her wings and trapped them in a jar..

They took away the needles and colours of sky,

And shot arrows with the note “Do not dare to fly!”

Once upon a time the arrows broke down,

Music and love surrounded the town..

The little girl learnt to dance and heal sick birds,

And collected their feathers to write afterwards…

Once upon a time the girl found some yarn,

She spun it with the feathers and people begun to warn..

Running through the fields, crying with joy,

She spread her wings and learnt to fly….

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Forgiveness..

Placing his crown on the side table,

Listening to the Prince’s fable,

Kissed goodnight to the princess’s forehead,

Watching them sleep on the silk bed,

He looked around the room glistening with gold,

“Why do I feel feeble and old?

When I’m still young with valour and vision,

Why does my heart feel wounded with a lesion,

When I have all the treasures to give,

And I live a life people dream to live?”

Listening to the King’s silent pain,

A voice whispered through the rain,

“A smile is all you need to give,

To live with peace you must learn to Forgive”…

Poets

I pour my pain to ink,

Delinquently it flows on the paper..

They read and say, “Beautiful!”

Ironic…

Epiphany!

Here I lie on a perfectly colourful swing,

Children running by the beach,

A friend cracks a joke,

We all laugh till we break into tears.

Such a beautiful sunset.

And quite suddenly I realise,

No matter how bright I shine throughout the day..

Ever since you left, every night I drown too…

He listens!

Knelt to the floor…

Messed hair..

A silent prayer and a rolling tear…

She knows, He listens!

Run!

“In my dreams; I run, I run far away… From all those thoughts, that leave me astray..

From all those I love, for whom I cry and pray…

In my dreams; I stop, I stop and reflect back… At all the broken pieces piercing through a sack..

At all the fallen leaves that wince and crack…

In my dreams; I run, I run to a mountain.. Nevertheless in vain..

There’s no running away, for it resides inside me,,

I tear apart my chest, and find a spark and pain…”


The Loss of You…

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A starless sky or a lost child,

Oceans of tears or the void of deserts,

Bewildered I find ways to see,

How I grieve,

AT THE LOSS OF YOU!

-Hiraa.