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Runaway Bride

The poem below is a sequel of my earlier post, In bended knee. This was written about a year after the first poem as part of a school project. It was my second year in highschool when this particular poem came about.

Runaway Bride

I was walking down the aisle

then suddenly my heart beats fast

Isn't this the special day

that I have longed at last?

Then why do I have this feeling

this dread creeping in my heart

Isn't this the special day

the day my happiness will start

Is it just my imagination?

this ugly feeling inside

When I reach my destination

will ths dreadful feeling reside?

Stopping for a minute,

I looked at my destination

My soon-to-be husband looked

and smiled with anticipation

The people in the pews

seemed like a blur to me

Thn again my heart beats fast

it just wouldn't let me be

Oh, please ny friend, forgive me

for you I will never betray

But it's not love that brought us here

in this fateful day

I ran away.... 

In Bended Knee

The poem below was written when I was in my first year in high school. This particular poem has a sequel that will be feature in the next post. This was started primarily because of a favor for a friend.

In Bended Knee

Come with me, let's go away

Take my hand, I will show the way

I  made this day special for you

Ther's not that much that you should do

There's something inside that I longed to say

Hear me out, and please, just stay

Take my hand and come with me

Because I'll finally it, in bended knee

The Birth of a Poet? Or not?

     To start my list of literary pieces( random stuff that I write about when I am in a mood),I want to post my very first poem or rather the earliest poem that I have written down, shown to others and was able to keep.

     I was about seven or eight years old when I wrote this and its embarassingly nonsensical if you think about it. Though seemingly ridiculous when I read it now, I am proud of this poem because it was the one of the first poems that had started my love for literature. This was written as a gift for my parents and I can still remember that when I started writing this and how much the process of making it seemed to fit. (Yeah,pretty deep soul searching for a pre-school kid). I have written more after, this but this is one of my literary works that I remember verbatim, not because it was so short, but because this wasthe time I knew about my love for writing and litrature in general. So here it goes,

Love

Love of mine

Be with you

Because this love

is good and true

So this love

I give to you

Love it

Because I love

You too.

A Good Start to a New Year

Guess this blog is a start to a new year, though a bit late in the making. I have been attempting for the longest time to start a blog, but I guess I'm a traditional sort of person and kept all my writings on paper (medieval, I know). This was all good and fine but moving to three different places in the span of 5 years, I can't help but let go of a lot of things, or rather, misplace a lot of things.



I guess, that I wanted to post all my written works and thoughts here for posterity's sake. I have written poems and stories in various notebooks since I was eight years old and, unfortunately a lot of my works have been lost and my poor memory (even at a young age) is not such a reliable storage.



I am now 21 years old, but you might be surprised that some of my posts might be a bit childish, due to the fact that some might have been written when I was still a kid. I'll be posting randomly, written works from the past, the present, and some random thoughts.