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Ancy Oommen Poem
Dancing is like a wave
Gently moving but with a fierce motion
With each step being so precious
With each hand gesture telling a story
With each moment so important you might as well freeze time
And every eye on you
Dresses colorful soaked with mountains of gold and design
Hair gently flowing in long thick braids held with flowers
Intense motion filling your mind, the reckless
Joy that fills your heart
The moment you’re on that stage the world is very still and at your hands
You feel the empty stage and the curtains following your lead
The eyes of many still on you
That feeling you get is something you’re born with
This is talent you were given
Dancing is like a wave
A strong but gentle wave.
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2016
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The certain sufferings in life I can’t believe
The certain people on life I can’t even look at.
Is it wrong to question?
I dread upon the existence of life.
Why me, they, she, he?
Why the suffering, the hate the stupidity.
How can a god sit and watch all this happen?
His eyes must be hurt with tears
The people he created with love sin down with reaps of hate and despair.
The woman he labeled as mother, is now a joke among men.
The sister he created to a dear brother is now a girlfriend to some men.
Why, why! Is it wrong to think, that one day I might die cause of a man or a woman.
That my life isn’t safe, and the person that smiles can one day be my enemy.
The enemy that stalks my desires, and lounges at thirst for my quirking blood.
I’m immune to the suffering, I’m immune to the pain, and I’m immune to the disgusting natures of mankind.
I just can’t believe that the world I’m here is posed by the human demons that lingering for my soul.
God how can you watch as humanity takes the world out of control?
I can’t believe that one day my life will end cause of my fellow men!
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2015
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Her radiant skin perks up her face.
Her luscious dangled hair leveled at her shoulders.
Angelic child looking quite curious at her life.
Blue shades are abstracted on, and displays a feeling of lost.
Independence roams through her heart.
Her small hands stir the unknown mixture, as she makes a meal of a lifetime.
Her childish ways are pushed aside from her, and maturity rings a song.
The empty mother’s lies among her, as she is the only daughter and mother.
A mother figure is revealed in the child as she displays her attributes.
A bright hope gazes at her, but a sad long life remains in her.
The hope is pouring but the lost is coming near.
She is her own family, and herself alone.
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2015
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If I dare speak the truth they will disown me
For my family doesn’t support
Nor will they love
I believe my purpose is to help people
But I don’t know how
For the purpose of others is around me
Telling me how to live my life
It’s horrible, it’s miserable I say
For I do one thing it becomes pain on another person
I wish I could just be free
Where I didn’t care about the person sitting in front of me
Where I could drive and not be scared of death
Where I could choose and I wouldn’t be judge
Where I can decide for myself, my life
Just once where I know I will be happy
Instead of living for others happiness
It’s all about money they say
No money you are a loser
And enemy to all
A homeless person depending on others
We gave up all for u
Our lands, families and our bodies
It is as if I am on debt to people
When can I finally say I am happy?
When can I finally say I will be free?
For I was created by god right?
But even he has left me alone to decide
If only I could do this or that or... wait never mind
I will always and forever be known as the girl who couldn’t
The girl who didn’t
And the girl who wasn’t
I can’t decide
It’s already decided for me
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2015
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Dear Anxiety,
You lurked your way back into my life. Causing me to fumble back into my old fears. I spent sleepless nights after I felt your presence. You broke me down in the utter darkness where no one else heard.
I felt hopeless under your name-calling, as you brought fear into my eyes. I let you control my life, as if I were a puppet under your strings. How I wish you never appeared again, how I wish you didn’t know my name.
You come uninvited into my life, causing more pain than ever. The dreams I kept so near to me were crushed under your wrath. The purpose I longed to live for seems impossible now.
You took the beauty from my life and made me feel hopeless. I feel, as I was nothing more than a burden, flowing through each moment of life.
And just when I think it’s time to get help, you make it harder with constant reminders of my failures. I lie awake in my bed, gasping for breath and you accompany me with nightmares.
The lingering voices echo through my mind thoughts like” I’m not good enough”. The thoughts scattered around my mind, leave their imprint on my life.
You took me as your slave, beating me down with the power of your words. The scenarios inside my mind are more real than my reality. I feel tremble beneath your presence.
You bring to life my inner demons and they are driven by your insanity. You mock my vulnerability and hide it behind a smiling face.
And just when I think it's safe to go out, you appear again waiting to do what you do best. Just as a thief comes to steal, you come to steal my confidence.
Sincerely, Ancy, a College Girl
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2018
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Imagine his beauty and his gracious eyes looking down on you.
What an everlasting love does our lord hold?
His humble voice calls your name, and you feel embellished.
His name is so powerful that thunder dares not to stand in his way
His warm smile that leaves your heart so full.
You feel that little jitters that was god reaching out to you.
He called your name in the darkness but you were too busy to hear it.
Every pain no to man is held within my lord for he sees it all, and bears it to.
Reaching out and hugging him, I wouldn’t want to let go.
How amazing is it to have a god who is willing to hold your hand
A god where all your failures are his treasures
Where when you’re sad, your father cries with you
Where when you doubt him, he shows you he is there.
Where when you laugh he has a smile on his face.
How amazing is it to have a god that I can call father
A father who is perfect in every way
When I die I long to reach to my father
I long to reach out my hands and hug him so every tight
When I fail him every day, he tells me he loves me everyday
When I curse his name, he tells me I still care for you
When I curse to even look at myself, he tells me he created me.
My god is a god who provides
My god is a god who holds me
I know Satan is right behind me
He has his men to attack me at foot
But I dare not fear, for my god is right in front with a bigger sword
The sword of love!
Copyright © Ancy Oommen | Year Posted 2015
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