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Tick tock tick tock.. (Poem, creative writing) |
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by Prakriti Dhakal | 08-04-2017 02:45 0 |
Tick tock, tick tock? Tick, tick, tock? I wish i could bring that 3 seconds back again. Sinking heart on my sleeve is leaden seeing the dark clouds loomed over the heaven. Whistling wind, Glistering snow, And you tickling rain drops, Aren?t you coming to wash the pain with your miracles??
Knock, knock! Kinda shut! "Fantasy" a temporary swab, o dab a bleeding away that will never heal only clot, I don't know, How long i can handle??
A bad dream, loud screams of yesterday, Memories in those pages seem flashes as if fed away! The deserving colour hasn't been discovered? To draw the pain on the pages over! I can't draw, That wound when a baby spells mummy for the first but she isn't there to hear. I can't draw, That wound when he succeed to recognize his daddy for the first but again he was alone there. I can't draw, That wound when the world blames him for the curse of departed soul. I cant draw, The wound when his name synonymous with struggle. My fists are clenched to find the sketch again... Tick tock, tick tock? Tick, tick, tock? I wish i could bring that seconds when he was with his beloved soul again? Sad day, lost all the way, All he can do is a simple pray. Years fly, fly and fly over the horizon ray, Baby isn't baby longer as always, Grown up as if he is a matured man! That home he lived is beyond the imagination range? Between the woods and frozen lake, Tigers and bears were his best friends.
My morning with the sweet coffee made by mummy, But for him, covered heart in frost another bad gift of thee, In fear hiding in a corner, shrinking voice, missing the sprit that he can't see! My childhood with happiness and joys with daddy's best gifts those beautiful toys. But him! Stomach is full in morning what to eat tonight with sibling? He didn't stop running, in the cold.. In the heat, on the trail, on the street! Storm doesn't last forever season change, For me he is now most inspiring idol man. Tick tock tick tock? Tick tick tock?
( This poem is a true story of my dad , it expresses my inside feelings and deep respect to him) It's not about environment though I would like to share it with you as it reveals a original story which can be a source of inspiration to the readers. Hope you all enjoy it. :) |
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thanks for sharing
Posted 06-02-2018 23:17
good one
Posted 06-02-2018 23:16
I don't know why I sang the 'tick tock' part. Nice work!
Posted 10-04-2017 20:42
Excellent sketch! The poem is good indeed.
Posted 10-04-2017 19:54
Hi Prakriti! Thanks for sharing amazing post with us:)
This story was more than enough to inspire me and always welcome to read your stor!
Thanks for sharing again!
Posted 09-04-2017 21:03
Wow Prakriti that was interesting. Is that picture drawn all by yourself? You seem to be very creative. I think you could write a poem all draw pictures related with environment as well and that would be intriguing!
Posted 09-04-2017 15:18