Misc Sketch Poems The Last Vine I open my eyes as slowly as I can, Never liked to see the reality. But there are times when you have to Wipe your mind, for clarity. My feet are stuck to the ground So comfortably still. The world to me is a blur Pacing away, full of will. And then I decide, its time I'm just tired of being stuck, I try so hard to lift my feet but its just so deep in this pointless muck. I call out to the others, as hard as I can At the top of my lungs I scream Never expected even one to care But they do , just like its a dream. They try to lift me up, to pull me out But suddenly somehow I dont want to. I realize I've grown attached to this addiction, not letting me chase you. You, my angel, whisper to me It's time for you to fly. I reply back, but I don't want to But we both know that's a lie. I blink my eyes and I'm stunned, Not staying still anymore. I'm just falling down, the high cliff Paralysed to the very core. And you throw me down, a long vine As always trying to save me. And I know I have to catch it As I'm falling down to the sea. I stretch my hands to the vine, the last vine I'll ever get My eyes are quivering with panic And yours are just a little wet. The roaring sea below me Calling out to me, to a mindless end But I don't want to go , I don't want to get lost And so my fingers reach out to the vine To the last vine, to the last hope, fluttering in the wind. Grief It fills up inside you to the edge of your throat You can feel the cracks it makes on your soul Your breath gets heavy Your mind fogs up The strong shaky grip Of a long-buried grief Is this the only way to live, Alongside this war-torn neighbor? ****************************** താരാട്ട് പാടി ഒരു കുഞ്ഞിനെ ഉറക്കും വിധം വേദനകളെ ഉറക്കിയവരല്ലേ നമ്മൾ ?