Poem 51#

I didn’t know what I’d write today,

For hasn’t life become so mundane?

So monotonous, like the clock,

At every interval it ticks and tocks

Prompts me, it’s alive today.

I wake up to my mom’s atypical voice,

The news broadcast, tallies the death tolls,

The uneasy cooker keeps fretting too,

With each whistle, it gets louder and louder,

Until it’s left to cool at its place.

Dad works on his laptop grey,

With his tea cup beside his ashtrays,

His weary files are out again,

He enters the data,

fiercely stabs the fatigued keys,

Oh this damn old laptop, types ‘he’ as ‘eeee’

Sweety then chirps a loud meow to me,

Oh! she’s awake and is famished

She wants to eat the loaf of bread.

Along with the her favourite peanut butter

And chocolate spread.

Alas this short poem comes to an end,

For sweety’s wrath is inescapable,

When she hasn’t been fed.

PS: Sweety is my 10 year old baby parrot.

And still I rise. (Poem for the day)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

– Maya Angelou.

Hey everyone!

So I came across this amazing poem written by American poet, storyteller Maya Angelou.

I really loved this poem, I thought I’d share it with you as well. Hope you like the message she wishes to convey!

Thank you so much for reading ♥️

Poem 50#

She remembers crying late that night
Praying for dad, searching for him among the gloomy skies.
Her mother handling her a tiny gas lamp,
Empty it felt, weak it was, to survive the night.

Yet she waited for him silently,
Her stomach beseeched her dad,
He had promised her, they’d both eat dinner together,
Then he’d read the Princess and the knight.

She protected that perishing light,
Kept praying to the God unknown,
With weak words and trembling hands.
Just please let daddy be all right’.

And oh, he was all right,
he bought the frigid winds alongside,
Entered abode and gusted in,

Her dying light, fell right into her sight.

But did he care?

She asks herself the same thing, every night.

Poem 49#

They ask me how I feel nowadays,
I tell them,
Like the full moon, in a sombre sky
Surrounded by the stars and the grey clouds,
Solus, all night.

But he still happy and whole, they object

At what cost? I ask

They never reply.

Poem 48#

They all love the red rose,
Tell me,
They are allured by his aura so bright.
His soft petals, they adore,
It’s vibrant hue, they match with their core.
But his thorns they pluck aside.
For it pins the wound, they wish to ignore.

Yet I can’t stop loving his thorns,
The sweet pain,
It makes my numb heart, alive.

I hide him away from the world, undisclosed.
He rests,
In between the crevices of my grim diary,
One filled with dried ink and lost hope.

Mum told me,
That one day I shall throw him out of my sight,
Will stop loving it’s thorns.
Stop checking up on him.
In time, he will die.

Yet everytime I try to keep the rose away from me,
I feel like the naive bird,
Who flutters in the direction unknown,
Until her debilitated heart can no more explore,
It aches to go home,to her abode.

Mum found my diary, tonight,
She threw him away
Out of her sight.
For she said
It was
for the best,my child.

And now,

We both die,

Little by little,

Under the moon’s glint light.

Dear (Introverted) Man.

I hope you’d be happy with the girl you meet this time.
Tell her your real motive and don’t hide.
Tell her, how much relationships scare you,
How they make you feel helpless
You think you’d lose your freedom.
You’d lose the time you spend by yourself,
Completing your favourite novel, or providing aid to your best friend.
How you’d miss all of this, if you’re in a relationship mess.

Tell her,
How you can’t be there for her always,
For you have goals to be achieved,
You feel this would distract you, you’d never wish to compromise.
Your family and money
Are the only things you were taught to care about.
For you’re a Tough Man, who must always act wise.

There are days,
When you’ve felt you’re not good enough,
The ghosts of the past kept you awake,
But you hushed them off, by binging your favourite TV show.
Or driving around the meadows,low.

You get over feelings and emotions by exhausting that numb heart,
By pushing yourself towards that one last push up, or few more squats.
For in the end, it’ll make the monster under your bed, silent for sometime.

Tell her,
That the world expects you to act tough,
Expects you to not care about cuddles or hugs,
Yet you wish, she’d hold you tight,
Kiss away your petrified side,
Or cuddle up in a warm blanket, to ease your plight.
Tell her how much you ache for those forehead kisses,
They make your dense heart, feel light.

They’ve moulded you into a sturdy man, I know,
One that doesn’t get worked up at the thought of goodbye.

But tell her,
how you really hate goodbyes.
For it means, going away,
And going away means forgetting.
Which, your halftone mind will accept, but your inane heart, oh it’ll die.

This time,
Tell her, what you really feel like,
Don’t hide behind the blanket of
‘I don’t care’
‘Oh yes, I am fine’

So what if you’re a man?
It’s okay to not be okay at times.
She’d understand there’s more to you,
Than what you show to the world.
And she’d accept that part,
And I promise,
She’d never leave your side.