Lost Within the Woods

Far away in the deep woods,

Danced the orange leaves,

The sun gently watched over them,

As the wind chased them in a corner.

But the dim light soon faded away,

And the earth grumbled,

The leaves panicked and fell over the shaking ground,

Then came, with a high speed, the stormy breeze.

There were no leaves left to fall,

And the trees trembled in a voice that is of an old man.

The lying leaves then,

Danced on the ground as the wind played with them.

But little did they know of the angry storm,

That approached cautiously from the west,

Gathering clouds in dark bundles.

The wind screamed obscenely,

And the bright flash of hot and angry lightening froze the woods.

Soon everything turned to ashes,

And the trees were nothing but hollow statues,

All lost within the woods.

 

Hello lovely readers! Up there was a free-verse that is a metaphorical depiction of things being all merry and happy when darkness and gloom lurked behind. It’s also a metaphorical message of not always having to fear the unknown– I mean, you saw the leaves? They still danced about even with the storm coming– they lived the moment. 

So live your moments and love all that makes you happy– those little things make you stronger for when the darkness really comes and you’re lost within the woods. 

Love,

Midnight Ranter.

The Pastels of my World

White is for purity, happiness and bliss,

White is that blur that you can’t possibly miss.

Yellow, like us, is a flower swayed by its sun,

Controlled and angry; in need to run.

Orange is the tip of a flame,

The fire of passion– the pain that got the blame.

Red is the colour of my heart,

The colour with whom I wished to part.

Pink is the colour of my teenage years,

A time I’ll never grow out of, I realised with tears.

Purple was that Cheshire Cat,

The one whose smile, like mine, seemed a bit mad.

Blue is the colour of a mid-summer’s Sky,

The lost remnant of hope as I sat to cry.

Green is the taste of the youth that went away,

The times where we didn’t pause to enjoy our play.

Brown is the colour of muddy grounds,

The colour that got splattered with my many pounds.

Grey is a colour said to make you sad,

But it’s my colour and it’s not half bad.

Black is the origin of them all,

A colour that devoured my life whole.

Heya Readers! Hope you’ve liked this little piece there, and if you did or have any criticism to give; then fire away! Please give me your thoughts below  🙂

(PS. The blog has hit its 20th post! Never thought I’d be that talkative!) 

–Midnight Ranter

 

Which is it? 

If you were a red and I was a blue-grey, will you set it on fire and let this passion burn away?

Will I rain down droplets of hope or will it be despair?

Is your fire a flaming torch or is it a dying flame?

Is it an ember in the ashes or a lost cry, flail?

Am I the tear hesitating to drop down and away?

Is this too cliche?

It is, yeah.

Do I care?

I do; I always do.

And that is the problem.

 

Ps. It doesn’t rhyme, I know; but it has hidden meanings, I guess. 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter

Within my grasp

The story behind what you may read (please do actually have a look): 

My best friend in the world was somehow taken away from me. She had to leave the country where the two of us resided and go back to her hometown, and she never told me about any of it– not before she was already at the airport, leaving forever. As she left me that last message, though, she wrote me a few verses of what she had felt hiding the possibility of her leaving from me. How she’d felt when we’d all (in the class) talked about doing activities later or at some other time while she knew that she may not become a part of it. What she wrote, as a poem, touched me to tears, and I responded to it with one not half as good but brimmed up with feelings nonetheless. So I thought I’d share it here too, just to let anyone out there know that friendship is a value humans are too lucky to be able to fathom. 

 

“I stay to write a reply,
For she is one I’ll deeply miss,
And I seriously know that I’ll cry.
True we didn’t start out right,
But what’s friendship without ups and downs?
Her place in my heart is deep,
And I want to have it there as a safe-keep,
Not longing for her as a friend is just too bad,
That I’m afraid I’ll find her even in my sleep.

Sleepless nights will be my usual routine,
And I know that a day with light without her is just too shallow,
Simply because I know that my words would be nothing but hollow.
I thought I was really social and outgoing,
But seriously? Is life so fine that it’ll give me a chance to say a ‘hello’?
Afraid it might leave a scar I say,
Kindly, please don’t take her away!
She’s a friend I really trust,
Without her, my smile might just rust.

Able to make me laugh in my gloomiest moments,
Reads my mind without speech,
Always in sync with my every thought.
Yep, that’s her, a friend I cherish deeply and whom I once sought.
Without her, life won’t be as it ought.
But I really like that friend of mine, and wish for time to stop passing by,
Because I want those good times to be right back,
Tightly bound for me to clasp,
Right within my grasp.”

–Midnight Ranter