Sometimes sunshine can be
Uncomfortable
And pins and needles can be
Nostalgic
Sometimes longing for affection can
Make one smile
And a hug can be what
Makes one finally breakdown and weep
Because even though wholesome warmth
Reminds me of home
I would much rather forget what it feels like
On my skin and in my bones full of
Proof of my endurance and strength
That make me wake up again for
One more sunny day of
Summer.
Sometimes when things
Follow all the rules
And when logic clues
Don't work,
Sometimes when nightmares are the
Normal proof
That you slept that night instead of
Talking about rebellion
And sometimes when you would rather choke
Than silence those screams of fond recollection,
Those days remind me of
What it was like to not breathe in this
Rythm for a while and to
Stray from the monotony
Of those beats that
Keep me warm during
Winters.
Sometimes when flowers bloom and
The wind brings with it the scent of
Longer days and shame
When curtains are drawn and
People look forward to
The open windows and fresh game
Sometimes when they can
Walk out and see the green
Amidst melting snow again,
I look forward to not feeling loose
And being stretched into shape to
Play my part and run away
To a grey sky which still
Feels cold and dry today when
It's really not dark or bleak but is already
Spring.
Sometimes the clear sky can be
What brings joy to you
And sometimes the brown and dry leaves can be
The hearlds of comfortable strides
Sometimes cliché bags and caps can
Keep you safe and covered when
You're losing your hand amongst all the lines
On the script of the plays to come.
Sometimes all you need is a pair of sneakers to
Remind you of life
And of what makes it worth it when
You can't decide if you have to turn or go straight
At the diverging path with a new map full of
Loopholes designed to make me doubt myself
Or to make things fun for the scavenger hunt
With the familiar safety about it
That holds me close like
I hold on to the memories of
Fall.
Sometimes nothing can stop you from
Going out and dancing
Until the world stops the melodies that bring
Opportunities to some and intrusions to others
And longing for the smell of dirt can be
As appealing as the rainbow puddles
When people can be open about what
They always carry with them as they go about their work,
All I can think of is how i don't remember
The summer days and winter nights
Or the dawn of spring and the eve of fall
Because its all washed away with
The smirk in my eyes,
The hum around,
The clouds in the sky
And the same song again,
It's all back to the way it was
When it rains…
Praney Agarwal
Dr. Bhim Rao Ambedkar College, University of Delhi
Praney is a psychology student who writes and likes to rhyme sometimes. He finds the world around him to be chaotic and confusing. Exploring ideas, thoughts, and patterns using a pen and paper (or the notes app of his phone) allows him to make sense of the chaos and forge a reality that is more interesting and dramatic than not.
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