Prose and Poetry
Personality - From the Batch of 2019
I had in me,
A fragment of the sun
Or so they said
About my warmth and radiance.
Yes, the rays can be
Often painfully bright.
Maybe that's why
Your eyes couldn't meet mine,
Or perhaps they
Never cared for the shine.
So, I escaped into the eclipse
Switched places with the moon,
And adorned a veil of elegance
To soothe the night for you.
Of course, the calm and coy,
Could have made for
Just a dull company.
Or perhaps, your eyes
Sparkled only at them stars,
And looked right past me.
So, I sank to the horizon,
To mimic the waves,
That gush over like I,
For the shore they crave.
I understand,
Their unceasing attendance
Could amount to cloy anybody.
Or perhaps, your eyes
Were merely, tired of the sea.
The world watched me fade
Into moist vapours of clouds.
And with me, my faith;
Withholding plenty tears of love.
Eventuallly, I was bound to explode
Into a zillion atoms of rain.
Yet, every single drop of mine
Seemed to seek you
To fall for, again.
Instead, I poured down
With power and gust
As if all of nature
Had suddenly come undone.
Then beamed in seven colours
From the residual rays of my sun.
I spent seasons in ill-suiting shades
Before I finally stopped
Painting my personality
With different hues,
For ignorant eyes
And colourblind fools.