Poem: Horizon

Once,
you were the Sun -
all fire and heat and
glorious warmth

And I,
the bashful sky
blushing scarlet
as you rose.

Once,
you were the waves,
battling the deep sea's pull
in pursuit of me -

Me -
the stretch of sand
eternally yearning
for your return, your salty kiss.

Once,
you were the breeze
carrying whispered nothings,
murmurs and sighs

And I,
the adoring cloud
drifting along with you,
for you.

But
"once" is a day
that ends now -

Now
that I see:

You are only the horizon -
A line
that I believed was
the end of my world;
A line that never was.

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Written during the Chevayur sub-district school youth festival, for the English versification contest. This was probably the most agonizing poem to write, and the stipulated time period the longest two hours of my life. Couldn't see a better direction towards which I could steer the poem, couldn't find the right words...

Poem: Songs of My Blood

My blood wants to sing.
So I tear open my veins
Letting the blue blood gush forth
From its narrow confines,
Pulsing in wild joy.

My blood tries to sing.
For a fleeting moment,
It throbs with wordless emotion
Seeking expression, but
Sinking into lethargy.

My blood sings,
Echoing the wails of the beloved
But muting the heartbreak;
Reflecting the grief, the regrets,
But fogging their dizzying depths.

My blood once sang,
Weaving melodious words
Into tales and epics.
But now it sings
Tonelessly.

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A/N: Ugh. Writer's block is as bad as a common cold: It may be trivial, but it has an outrageously immense capacity of frustrating the affected. And what better way to combat writer's block than write a poem about it?
        I'm not 100% satisfied with this one, but at least it's a start. Here's to a speedy recovery from a suddenly-malfunctioning-vocabulary and pages of struck-out writing!