Life had been a muddle, a labyrinth from which I thought I could never get out of; but it was poetry that made me realize that this labyrinth was indeed worthy of being lost in.
Poetry has taught me to find words for my thoughts. The thoughts that I...
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Where one world ends and a new world begins I stand there high, fixed and firm Stretching beside you as far as you walk I stand there with pride, taller than the tallest Nails crowned on my head, I separate the two earths. But is it just earth, I separate?
Scorching and glistening concrete in midday Inside I'm cold, drenched with tears Seeing the kid's innocence gaze The longing to play in the mud puddle with his friends But standing stiff in the way, I separate his happiness But is it just his happiness, I separate?
Secrets of the mates carved on my bricks Are longing to be whispered from ear to ear Outstretched hands are longing to be grabbed But standing rigid in the way, I separate the mates But is it just the mates, I separate?
My white hue turning indigo under the moonlight But inside the darkness remains unchanged Seeing the mother's cheeks marked with tears Tears longing to be wiped away But standing opaque in the way, I separate her son But is it just her son, I separate?
Being a mighty wall, I'm feeble inside Longing for the two worlds to bide together Longing for the freedom of love and friendship Longing to know "Is it me, or the humans who separate?"
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A/n : I wrote a poem quite after a while, so, writing this one was special. Also updating after about a month or so, really makes me happy. Tell me what you felt about 'Longing' in the comments. I'd love to hear from you :)
