Blossom Mist Poems
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I open my eyes one fine day,
To find myself hanging on a cliff at bay
I focus my mind on how I got there
But fail as if my memory wasn’t there
I find it hard to understand, How I ended in an accident
The earth seems moving, the sky seems falling
I thought to myself it was heaven calling
I prayed my last as breath seems to fade fast
I felt happy to be free, as it would end all my misery
My fingers slipped, my strength dipped
And I started falling off the cliff
I dropped faster and my head felt lighter
Like an untethered kite or a swift feather
I saw ...
Everyday, a mask I put on from dusk till dawn.
I know not if its a habit forced upon.
As I look on, I fail to concur who's reflection it is in the mirror.
They say its me I see, but I remember, I was beautiful like eve.
Now all I see is a mask and me, which I wear n change you see.
I want to be four again, to be able to jump on the lane.
To laugh my wits out n cry out aloud, float on a cloud and lick my porridge
To paint with hands and make bubbles dance, race with bikes and chase