I wanted to write a poem about hope,
To conjure brightness and mirror them in my words,
To imbibe a optimistic energy in your soul.
So I hoped for hope,
But I could not have hope
I too don’t know.
I wrote down ideas,
Pondered on poetic forms and devices,
I am told
Use ‘sun’ for happiness,
‘Breeze’ for peace,
Blooming vibrant flower beds,
For growth and positivity.
And I tried,
But words deemed me to be doomed again,
What will I write today?
I thought to myself,
As the ceiling fan stirred the abandoned dust,
What passionate flame shall ignite,
The pulchritude in my words?
And then it hit me and I realized,
I was writing with a blindfold on my soul,
There will be days when I struggle,
But isn’t it the struggle that makes us listen,
What our soul has been trying to say all this while?
Why was I waiting for the words to strike me?
I don’t want to do that.
I do not want the words to find me,
For then I’ll miss out on the joy of the struggle,
What’s the fun of hide and seek when you’re the one waiting to be found?
And I want to trip over surging waters,
And drown in the endless sky,
I want to question my so-called comfort zone,
And break the norms of imagination.
I want to freely explore the galaxies beyond,
And pluck broken stars to drip them in honey,
And brew rhapsodic stardust.
I want to break the barriers of my mind,
So that I can see the depth of my soul.
I want to capture the fragrance of the first rains,
And store it in a perfume bottle like century-old wine,
Which will be my getaway,
When my soul seeks tranquil air again.
My own personal drug to remind me of satisfaction,
When life overwhelms me with its clever deceits,
And leaves my lungs dried and desiccated.
And I’ll be drained of purpose.
I will inhale the alcoholic bliss then,
And remember how true peace felt like.
And as the petrichor slowly takes over my body,
Maybe I’ll write a verse or two,
And escape into that world with you.
Thank you for reading!
Open to all suggestions in the comment section!
I hope you’re all well and safe 🙂