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| “Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.” – C S Lewis |
From the age of 13, I was truly fascinated by the subject, Literature. This subject added to my dimension of self expression. It allowed me to dwell into the deeper meanings of things instead of just appreciating them at a literal level. I loved my literature classes in secondary school. I enjoyed every bit of my lessons, whether we were examining prose, analysisng novels such as the To Kill a Mocking Bird or The Raisin in The Sun or carfting beautiful poems.Hence, below I have shared some of my poems that i have written thus far.
Sensations
Running into him that desirous sensuous night,
Left me with completely unforgettable sensations.
Like a persistent shadow adamant to accompany,
He followed every increasing heart beat of mine,
With the tingling tango of fluidity and temptation,
He gently caressed the curves of my long hair.
Like a cascading waterfall that traces its sediments
He traced my forehead down to the tip of my nose.
As he smoothly approached my trembling lips,
They quivered like a shivery pair of kittens in snow.
A snake dancing to the tunes of his charmer,
Is the way he made my limbs move to his rhythm.
Through his certain conspicuous chilling charm,
He had set an unimaginable heat within me.
He washed away every anxiety ingrained in my mind;
He kept me going despite the attack by exhaustion.
Like falling pearls of heaven bringing water to life,
He rejuvenated my grateful soul, slowly but surely.
Who is he?
He is the rain.
I AM THE WAY I AM
This is me, and you can’t change me.
I am the way I am.
A glance in the mirror may show you a calm disposition
A longer observation makes you discover how wrong you may be.
Temper that likens to volcanic eruptions.
Tongue that reminds you of abrasions on your knees.
Eyes that stares hard enough to make you quiver,
Nose that crinkles and flares upon annoyance.
Hands are chubby and warm to soothe your pain away.
But if took advantage of, turns into a fuming fiery fist.
Hugs made sincere and genuine to erase your discomforts and anxieties,
Can prove to be entwining vines, lashing without mercy if misused.
All colours of nature are appreciated by me.
As for pink, it is unfit to be placed in the spectrum of colours we see
Skirts & Dresses are carried off with poise as they should be.
But it is Oversized Levi's T shirts that prove to be my favourite.
Heels adds the tinge of elegance to one
Converse adds incomparable comfort
Make-up enhances one's beauty
But staying natural works for me
Paying for the ladies would be appreciated
Just don't try it on me.
This is me, and you can’t change me.
I am the way I am.
THE JOURNEY TO THE FINISH LINE
Perspiration trickling, adrenaline pumping,
Among hopeful faces of thousands
Glows the expectations of family and friends
Restlessness of the race begins before it starts
Legs tremble before the gun fires
Heart pounds faster than the brain comprehends
Impossibilities cloud over thoughts
As the pressure builds within
The gun shot is heard
Legs ferociously take control
Inhibitions removed, Persistence maintained
Crowd screams as the finish line gets closer
Inch by inch, the muscle pushes its limits
Forgoes all in capabilities and doubts
The line is then seen first
By the youth in red.
YOU
I should not spare a thought for you,
But you end up residing in my mind.
A slap is what you deserve for that unhealthy ego of yours.
But i want to kiss you on your forehead instead.
I'm immune to this, you say.
But has anyone tried this hard, is what I would ask.
Your feelings for me have faded
Mine, on the other hand, has strengthened
Your absence would be beneficial
But it's your presence that I yearn
I'm waiting,
for the heavy brown eyes filled with ignorance to alter in care
for the sharp nose filled with ego to pride.
Thought you gave up, is what you may question
I never do if i care enough ,is what I would answer.
You always said that your one in a million
Then isn’t it obvious why im holding on.
How do you make me feel this way?
It's because, I still like you.
The Old You.
(Ego is what you have, Stubborn is what I am)
WHO IS, ME?
I am Me.
Everything seems nothing at all
Nothing seems everything.
Instead of Determination & Persistence
Confusion & Perplexity reigning in the mind
Thoughts of your true identity wallows you up
Who am I , really?
The debator with the caustic tongue.
The enthusiastic friend who attempts to make everything allright with her craziness.
The sister that would go to any extent to wipe off even a tinge of irritation.
The daughter that makes every effort to see a glimpse of pride in your eyes.
The vengeful character that shuns you away once the trust is broken.
Is there something amiss
is the next question that arises
Life is made challenging so that you can overcome it
It's just in these weakening moments that you start questioning the purpose of your existence
I am Me,
But.
Who is Me?
