One-minute Poetry Film: Blank

Here's my poetry film for The 8th Ó Bhéal International Poetry-Film Competition. Hope you like it.

Morning

Eyes Open

Blank

Breakfast at a quiet table

Blank

Pushing myself to get ready

Off to work

Blank

Click click click

Back home

Bag on the table

Blank

Dinner with family

Pictures moving on television

Blank

Finally pulling the blanket close

Dumping my thoughts on social media

Next day

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- Shamitha Heramb

Comments

A Sparrow

I always like the sparrow. Fierce and brave. When I was a young girl, I used to admire them for hours. When asked, what I was doing, I used to lie like I lied about me admiring the moon. I already didn't fit in their box, Scared, I couldn't risk more. Nowadays, when a sparrow sits on my window for hours, Like she is admiring the setting sun. She gives me a chance to admire her, And this time when someone asks, I tell the truth. Maybe over the years, She rubbed her fierce and brave attitude on me. -Shamitha Heramb

Poem: Regrets

All we have are regrets The life I could live The life I did not live Maybe I should have smiled at him Maybe I should have said yes I should not have eaten that burger One cheese slice would have made no difference I should have hugged her one last time I should not have said that to him I could have graduated in literature I should not have left the job Why the hell did I take the right turn? Maybe the left turn has a dead end I should not have taken a u-turn Maybe I should not regret I should try the other way or Maybe I shall still regret -Shamitha Heramb

Mumbai Rains

A very heavy rain and thunderstorm News flashed on my television Taking precautions I stayed at home Prepared onion pakoda and stared at my window Day just passed with no rainfall at all Next day, a clear sky and no rainfall highlight I am off to college, planning a fabulous sunny day Evening, I am drenched trying to get an auto Somehow I managed to reach the railway station Hop on the late train by 30 minutes Squeezed to the extent that I could not breathe Just the next station, I remind myself Water dripping from every part of my body I adjust the strap of my bag, holding my umbrella against the wind I slowly walk towards my home Sneezing and coughing under a warm blanket at home Listening to the red alert tomorrow and school colleges closed I sleep relieved Wake up with a bright sun on my face followed by a sunny day Laughing out on my face -Shamitha Heramb

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