Shriyandhaa's space

  Things that give me a headache; The sun shining in my eyes, A place screaming with noise (like my classroom)  A word without a good enough rhyme, Crying me eyes out for a long time. Having too much homework but no will to write, Not prepared for a test? Another level of fright Things that fix headaches; Writing about them.

It rains hard  Flooding the streets below  The skies cry and cry until  Their tears stop to flow  And as soon as they do,  Beautiful sunshine  Cast upon the flooded streets  The sun burning, independently  Without the clouds covering its lit face It's like the skies laughing at their tears. As the pavement burns with excessive heat,  The skies close up again  And shower us more  And as quick as they closed, they open  The sun gleaming again, above, so bright  A bit too bright. Cry now, smile later Fight today, laugh at it tomorrow.  That's exactly how it goes.

 

  Just smile once  And that could change someone's day. Lash out, once,  And that could change the respect you earn. Be kind, gentle, once, And you will be treated better in the near or far Future. This may not be exactly what it is - But at the minimum, close (?) to the  Butterfly effect  Be the butterfly - the little things you do  Will be the result of treat or threat. You may never know, you may think it's unremarkable or small But never underestimate the power of it all.

 As the hours of the night tick away, Still awake, in my bed, I lay Thinking about the things I've said, Words spiralling around my head. I said "hi", was that enough? Or was that, perhaps, a bit too much? I hear a cricket chirp in the night  And the cricket seemed to say I was right. And here I am, reimagining things  How would they have been, if I'd said something else? And should I have said more or less? The sour taste of regret coats my mouth, As I regret just a "hi", not more not less. And I lay, awake still, but stiller,  With a dissatisfied pout.