Tears
Tears welling up
Tears filling up
Let it flow
Empty it out
You cry alone
You laugh together
Haven’t you learnt the ways of the humans?
Red is red
Red will remain red.
It’s not different
You are not different
You are just a human.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Why talk, when the talks are superficial?
Such a waste of your voice.
Wouldn’t you prefer silence than the pretense?
Why meet, when your presence gives goose flesh?
Such a waste of your time.
Wouldn’t you prefer solitude than the pretense?
Why see, when your heart cringes at the sight?
Such a waste of your sight.
Wouldn’t you prefer to be out of sight than the pretense?
Why try, when you know one can’t clap with a single hand?
Such a waste of your emotion.
Wouldn’t you prefer detachment than the pretense?
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Hugging the body,
Wailing “Daddy, Come back”,
Inside a chugging train.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
The two red birds
Two red birds were playing happily,
Mother bird teaching daughter bird,
To fly high and to fly low,
A home they made,
In the garden,
Filled with exotic jasmines,
And blooming ginger butterfly,
Little did they know of the evil trap,
Hidden beneath those tiny branches covered with the white blooms,
The trap which could bury them alive,
Out flew the red birds,
Changing their fate unknowingly,
Flying high and flying fast,
Loosing the way,
Crossing many trees,
Hopping on many tinned roofs on the way,
And landing on a branch,
Tired and lost,
Slowly sensing the fragrance and beauty of the blooming magnolia,
Watching the beautiful view of the trickling stream,
Feeling at home,
Getting the strength to rebuild a new nest.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Farewell
You knew it was coming,
It was predicted,
But it arrived too soon,
Sooner than expected,
Making you feel unprepared,
Hitting you hard,
Making you shiver,
Freezing everything,
The Sun left,
It’s a farewell,
But you knew it was coming,
Your conditions aren’t favorable for the Sun,
But isn’t it a different kind of beauty to feel the cold ?
You will learn to smile through the snow flakes,
Yes, even in the cold.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
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