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Manya Chopra Poem
Wonder Clouds
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, in my thoughts.
What lies above those clouds up high?
Beyond the bleached, yellow sometimes blue sky.
Some say that clouds are but a mere cloud of vapour,
But is that true?
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, what is above those clouds?
Maybe an entire civilisation,
Of dragons and fairies and queens and kings,
Where there are lilies that jump around and toads that sing,
Wolves big and bad, pumpkin carriages round and stout,
Rainbows, unicorns, pearls,
And all those wonderful things, tiny tots dream about.
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that is where He lies,
Superseding all,
Guiding us above,
Uplifting our falls,
Ruling over fates and destinies,
Lives and deaths,
But then does He really exist?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
That’s where I will find good old peace,
A holy sane kingdom
Where there is serenity, beauty, probably freedom,
Where there is no worry, no sadness, no negativity.
Where there is no tiring search and no disheartening find,
But then isn’t peace a state of mind?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that’s where actual life is,
With trees and birds and breeze and rivers,
Where there are no dark lights and cold chills or shivers,
Where there are playing children, whispering mothers and laughing elders,
High above the rain and thunder of the world,
Where everyone is blessed with an eternal kiss,
But without an end, can a beginning persist?
Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
What lies above those clouds?
Maybe something we have uncovered,
Or something not meant to be discovered.
But imagination lives on,
And dreams never die,
And theories never perish,
Because that’s where true creativity lies.
Whatever is above there,
I believe it’s not very far,
From an open mind and a welcoming heart,
But I can’t help but wonder,
How fateful the birds really are,
How hateful the birds really are.
Manya Chopra
15 years old
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.
Copyright © Manya Chopra | Year Posted 2019
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Manya Chopra Poem
who is everyone anyway?
Everyone laughs,
So do I,
Everyone smirks,
So do I,
Everyone taunts,
So do I,
Everyone pushes,
So do I.
But now everyone is pushing me down,
So am I,
I see a blur, a mist, a haze,
I see a crowd under a foggy cascade,
I see many bodies but no individuals,
It’s hard to believe i was one of them once.
But I know one thing.
‘Everyone’ is not a reality,
‘Everyone’ is a distraction,
‘Everyone’ is an unwanted attention.
‘Everyone’ claims to be there for need,
But when I cry they don’t even pay heed.
‘Everyone’ has 8 syllables,
And ‘I’ has only one.
‘Everyone’ is not one person,
It is a crowd,
It is not a beautiful hill,
It is an ugly mound.
So who is everyone anyway?
To judge me, to taunt me, to push me, to make me cry, to lower my fly, to grab me and pull me down, to even as much try to make me frown, to make my face wrinkle from even a single sad muscle, to make me doubt myself, to make my heart and body tuffle.
Who is everyone anyway?
I can’t even see them, let alone feel them,
Still they manage to pressure me,
I give that a sarcastic nod,
‘Cause I know ‘everyone’ is a fraud.
Life is never a fairy tale,
Neither is it a nightmare,
Life is a moral story, teaching you a lesson every day,
Teaching you to be different from the given array.
Nobody from ‘everyone’ will come at your door with a lost shoe,
Wanting you to be a princess, because Cinderella never lived to be true.
In real life, music doesn’t play and confetti doesn’t blow,
One has to tear the bits with sheer grit and sweat to write the music flow.
\the journey of life is tough,
And the road is rough,
But the view from top is nothing but content.
So, my peers love yourself, be yourself, be your own queen
And ‘everyone’ would lean,
To see what is different in you,
Why are you not vanishing in the mist?
The answer is because ‘everyone’ doesn’t own you,
Everyone doesn’t make you bother,
Because I have finally learnt to be my own fairy godmother,
And to sew my gown of destiny and mold my tough glass slippers in solitude but never alone.
Copyright © Manya Chopra | Year Posted 2019
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