11. Burning Butterflies
Made with: Paper bags & hot glue
11. Burning Butterflies
Made with: Paper bags & hot glue
Then the butterflies burned
as hope faded and dreams disappeared.
Then the butterflies burned
as hope faded and dreams disappeared.
12. Teardrop
Made with: Old newspapers
12. Teardrop
Made with: Old newspapers
Sometimes the crash comes in a single tear.
Sometimes the crash comes in a single tear.
13. Outgrown
Made with: Old newspapers & a chartsheet
13. Outgrown
Made with: Old newspapers & a chartsheet
Sometimes you outgrow the wings that brought you here.
Sometimes you outgrow the wings that brought you here.
14. Glut
Made with: Paper strips & old newspapers
The mind unleashes a glut
of doubts and reckless thoughts.
The mind unleashes a glut
of doubts and reckless thoughts.
15. Anxiety
Made with: Paper bags
Sometimes anxiety runs faster than you can walk.
Sometimes anxiety runs faster than you can walk.
16. Emptiness
Made with: Plastic bottles & old newspapers
After the chaos comes something worse,
the quiet sensation of emptiness.
After the chaos comes something worse,
the quiet sensation of emptiness.
17. Monotone
Made with: Old newspapers
Life feel monotone and existing a flatline.
Life feel monotone and existing a flatline.
18. Small
Made with: A broken pen, styrofoam & old newspapers
In a world so big and loud,
all you can feel is small.
In a world so big and loud,
all you can feel is small.
19. Lost
Made with: Blinkit bags & old newspapers
So you fade away,
lost like a blank vacant space.
So you fade away,
lost like a blank vacant space.
20. In The Making
Made with: Bisleri bottles & old newspapers
But every blank canvas is a chance to paint fresh,
new flowers or self,
embark imperfectly to create yourself from scratch.
But every blank canvas is a chance to paint fresh,
new flowers or self,
embark imperfectly to create yourself from scratch.
21. Bloom
Made with: Old newspapers
So glance at the past and rise as you unearth,
when it all ends,
know something new is waiting to blossom up.
So glance at the past and rise as you unearth,
when it all ends,
know something new is waiting to blossom up.
The End
By: Swarnim K.
Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry
The present often feels like nothing but emptiness when one is torn between the memories of the past and doubts of the future.
Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems I wrote between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing moments bedewed with doubt, loneliness, anxiety, happiness, healing, and the endless thoughts and daydreams between it all.
This book is an ode to all those still stuck in the ever-changing process of blooming, enshrining the silent chaos of being lost in the losing and becoming on the amorphous journey of growing up. Somewhere in these pages you may find yourself, and if you do, I hope the words make you feel less alone.
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By: Swarnim K.
The present often feels like nothing but emptiness when one is torn between the memories of the past and doubts of the future.
Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems I wrote between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing moments bedewed with doubt, loneliness, anxiety, happiness, healing, and the endless thoughts and daydreams between it all.
This book is an ode to all those still stuck in the ever-changing process of blooming, enshrining the silent chaos of being lost in the losing and becoming on the amorphous journey of growing up. Somewhere in these pages you may find yourself, and if you do, I hope the words make you feel less alone.
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