Rudya Aditya

Tag: Poetry

  • The Storm

    The storm came suddenlyand, like only it could,dampened my spirits, as Ifell into troubled sleep. As I started to dream,the storm entered my headand violated my grey matter,and washed all my thoughts away. My heart broke at this great lossand I cried tearlessly in my sleep. But when I woke up,the sky had cleared;the storm…

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    Pen & Ink drawing of clouds coming in though the window

  • Good Manners and Propriety

    Dear Reader, When I was a child and we were learning about letter writing in school, they told us to begin each informal letter with some kind of sentence that informs the recipient of how you are and asks them about how they’re doing. One example I’ve never forgotten was, “I’m doing fine, and hope…

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  • Us Stupid Human Beings

    What is it about us humansthat we feel the need to conquer everything?We want to be the kings of everywhere.We want to own everything.We want to win every time. That’s not how other animals behave.Lions know they’ll be murdered one dayby younger lions on the prowland their children will be sacrificedso that the mothers have…

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  • Clutching at Straws

    The man woke up one dayafter sleeping for agesEons spent with eyes closedbody comatose, mind adriftthe unconscious seasImaginary creaturesunknown fears, unseen beastslooking for a straw to hold on to The man woke up and stretchedhis tired limbs brokenfrom too much unuseHis blind eyes criedon seeing the lightthat set his mind on fireHe clutched the sheet,…

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  • Kailash

    Rain clouds float in silentlylike ghosts fighting off deathRaindrops drum the sloped roofsa primitive beatresonantvibrations from a distant land People rush to escape their fatebut no one can run from destinyWhat’s meant to happen, will happenwhat doesn’t happenwas never meantGet drenched and be happy Mountain tops are meant for godseverything else, claimed by manand he…

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  • At Least We Have Our Memories

    Can you remember the young days?The days when we were young? Everyday was exciting, differentEvery trip an expeditionEvery game matteredno matter how silly or made up Every night we were scaredby ghosts lurking in the shadowsbut every morning we rejoicedThe ghosts were all gone Every puddle was an oceanEvery cloud had a faceEvery tree was…

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