This is the time, when I began writing or expressing emotions through this extraordinary tool called the pen. While spring cleaning I happened to come upon these three short poems that I had written some few years back. From then to now, my poems have grown somewhat bigger in length. However, I feel the emotions are still the same and so is the world around. Its just me, who seems to have grown up.
Growing Up
Decades have passed since I was born with a life,
Worries of love and younger days,
Seem to have gone other ways.
A little mind born in me,
Wants to see this big wide world.
Which seem to overcast huge shadows all over,
Here and there and everywhere
I long to escape.
To go back in time.
Fall
Up above in the sky, when the summer says a good bye,
We wait for a pleasant song, that can bring a new life along.
It happens in this city forever that,
Songs of rain drip in happiness to every window pane.
This time its gone haywire,
As the sky is overcast with clouds since ages.
A speck of light but more of darkness,
And the heart fears a flood.
The Opening
Sitting by the window side,
Looking on and on outside,
I could see only distress, hardship and aridity.
I could see nothing but famine and disaster.
The new window like a open book,
Opened my eyes to this world called SURVIVAL.
This is all I began with maybe and somewhere all the three poems seem to meet at the same point, talking about the most essential entity called life, or survival.
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