I understand this is unforgiving, using a terribly clichéd title and first blog post, but…. To, this page. Before I begin, it would be nice to acknowledge the amount of dedication and inspiration I mustered up to finally start my own blog. It has existed in my mind for far too long, my fear of allowing another person into my most personal thoughts has resulted in an entire notebook worth of articles that could’ve been on this blog, it’s been spoken about in hushed tones with my friends, oh and I also suffer from sloth. Getting to the point, this has been a long time in the making.
Currently I am 16, I live in a small city called Nashik in India. I’m preparing for the medical examination NEET given at the end of 12th grade because my dad (to put it in gentle words) told me to. I would like to further study humanities, psychology, liberal art subjects and mostly travel the world,see what it has to offer and explore different cultures, I am an ENFP. Mostly though I just want to heal this world and help make it better than yesterday to the best of my abilities. This blog will contain my rants, random thoughts, experiences and any poems or excerpts I write.
Since this is my first post I thought it would be nice to publish a poem I wrote a while back. Like and share it if you like this, I appreciate any kind of constructive criticism in the comment section, I will hopefully be uploading every week, thank you for reading.
This came to me as I was falling asleep (as things often do) and an hour later I found myself scribbling away on pages, under a weak spotlight(no I’m not trying to be dramatic though some might say I have a flare, I was in the room with someone else sleeping hence the bad lighting)…
Life and Death: A Poem
It would all begin, when she ended.
She looks at me and her eyes open
entire galaxies to me.
I’d seen fierce waves crash against her bones when
I made love to her.
She breathes into my ear the whispers of life.
When she touched me sparks flew in my body, in parts I didn’t know existed.
When she holds my hand we soar through the sky together.
I released the tsunamis inside her, the mountains,
the songs, the sun
all poured out as I pierced her.
They ran down her chest,
drenching her small clothes red, forming a pool of dark gray mass around her.
Outside her: The sun couldn’t shine, the mountains never rose,
the rivers were parched, the birds had no wings.
Outside her: There was only a night without stars, a room where light didn’t exist.
Outside her: There were men with no hearts.
When the phoenix burned down her hair and fell as grey ash, it didn’t rise.
I love her, she is my life in every sense of the word and she has everything.
I only want some.
But Outside her: There was always only me.