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
Growing up isn’t a straight line. It’s uneven, uncertain, and always shifting.
Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems written between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing the space where you’re no longer who you were, but not yet who you’re becoming....
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Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry
Growing up isn’t a straight line. It’s uneven, uncertain, and always shifting.
Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems written between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing the space where you’re no longer who you were, but not yet who you’re becoming.
These poems sit in moments of doubt, loneliness, anxiety, happiness, and healing, holding on to unsaid thoughts and whimsical daydreams. Spread across four parts, the book reflects different phases of growing through it all.
If you’ve ever felt lost, stuck, or quietly trying to find your way, you may find something familiar in these pages.
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