The Sky Is Everywhere

The Sky Is Everywhere short poem

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Grief is a house,
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us.
the mirrors how to reflect us,
the walls how to contain us.

Grief is a house that disappears,
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell.
a house that blows into the air,
at the slightest gust.
that buries itself deep in the ground,
while everyone is sleeping.

Grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister,
will grow older than the older one.
where the doors,
no longer let you in
or out”.

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Nishant Kumar Rishu

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A non-conformist in search of my own asthetic ideals.... All I really want is to try and live the life that is spontaneously welling up within me . Why is that so very difficult ?? For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.
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Excellent usage of metaphor and melancholy brought out very well!


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