Poetry – Geekaabi's World

Growing Up

What does it mean to grow up?Does it mean high heals and gold silk and satin gracing the bodyin grandiose folds?Does it mean to strut your stuffand fit the mold? That’s not me, that’s never metalking about fashion and jewellery.For me, to growmeans more than that.You learn to fly with flourishing wingsand know its okayContinue reading “Growing Up”

Rose

The little worker, working hardFollowing those who came before, showingThose behind.One way to do it, she was told.Being like the rest to fill her role.Work hard but you don’t need playDevote yourself to a point of no controlWhat is “no”? You shouldn’t know. But one day, one fated dayShe stopped. She smelled a rose.So precious,Continue reading “Rose”

Five

From the very first moment I took your hand, you held on, Firm yet gentle, strong yet soft — concrete contract To hold, to protect. From that moment to now, five years have flown Yet you hold, still strong. Your gaze, settles upon my face, So fierce with gentle love. The pain, your physical pain,Continue reading “Five”

Lost Dreams

A poem on the tragedy of the school shootings the tiny buds trampled upon by wild feet no chance, no choice the nightmare turned reality petals scattered on the wind.

Windows

You stand before me, so quiet, contained A house, strong and tall, yet weak within Peering through two windows I quietly spy The hurt, the pain that’s hidden behind The long curtains that quickly drape The going ons from prying eyes, that dare To peek within. I am those eyes, that gently try ToContinue reading “Windows”

… Blocked

Writer’s block a dam, cementing every opening every window, every crack Suffocating the dragons that fly within their menacing wings bashing the gates; Chaining the scurrying villagers, the shining knights the kings of old and future days their sweet escape jammed; Trapping the battles waiting to unfold the princesses to be saved the heroes, theContinue reading “… Blocked”