#prodigy
Even when you know you won't win,
you tell yourself, over and over,
the hope grows in a crevice.
You knew you wouldn't win,
You told yourself,
but you didn't believe yourself.
That's why it still ached.
The child inside you,
still believes in dreams,
and thinks she's a prodigy
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
She seeks purpose in herself,
to become great,
to make a mark on the world
as so many have before.
Oh how she writes
till her hands bruise,
carving her name to history
Is it too late to be a prodigy?
To be a muse?
To be inspired,
alive,
young,
hopeful?
Is it too late to erase
the writing on the communal wall?
How she longs to be remembered
Strives to someday write words as heavy as they.
And how is it that with so few words her heart would be in your hand
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC
Monkey bone
Sat on a rhymes table
Sweet Jerusalem...
Weighing youth, for asking's babel?
Watcher's in love
Of a needy name...
Shallow winds, come to discuss...?
A promise in wonders fame
Ashes to passing ashes
Dust to grievances dust
Tooth for truer tooth, lasting
Eye for unnerved eyes, thus
Thus, the history of youth?
With a prayer for immaculate lips...
So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth
Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit?
Monkeys playing God...
Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise?
Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead
Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding...
My hiccough...
My limit, of time to question
The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come?
With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...?
Quiet
The tongue of worldly forces
Has a season of shame, for might
Letting misery have am, leading many to more...
Quiet...
The adding more, to seek a wishes heat
Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight
That has your shadow of reality, to beat...
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Guarantee the valley...
Sweat and simple salt
Shared by constant, and fluent reasons
The tale of taste in a long run, for a hidden fault
Twists of fate, insists of courtesy
The truth be told, I have no problem
With wisdom, the tale of evidentiality
But a wise more, to finish anger, is our whim
Latent, the sobbing of a charisma
Sweet endeavor, do I seem the better of others?
When a promise of significance, is ours for the only dilemma
That will make liberty, a levity in justice, the irony of lovers?
We have the time, to tell you another story...
Through the timid shall, the world has a future to beautify
With all of a sincerity's bloom, a pyre to worry?
And the coming victory of self and same, a lucre we identify
With hatred...
Here to say, in language we see, is an assured privilege
The tows of compelling a home to sing the body lead
To wishes in the name of God, is anywhere here and now, a legend?
Poise of a common nose, to the grindstone
Welcome us to the table of vice, like a halt of decency
Among the clouds or finished with sunshine early, we have sown
The new, with now, the needs of all; any soul to show humanity...
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 8:27 PM UTC
My passion ignites
As I read their thought's
Deep in contemplation
Their hearts get tossed
So unaware of their special gift's
And so here I must insist
The nest is high, the fall is far
But your not a nestlings
Your are a rising star
Dear young prodigies
Life is how it ought to be....
Humane stains
Droplets of pain
Mixed in a bucket
Of why oh why's
Post cognition
Hidden behind
Fresh wings
Write it and post it
It's time for you to fly.....
My comments aren't advice
I only say , hay
Roll those dice!
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
what does a prodigy become when the golden glow dims?
what does a prodigy become when the sun goes out?
where do you turn when the bush stops burning?
an unstoppable force becomes an immovable object
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
Faith's a gift even as prodigies are gifted
But whereas prodigies are put on a pedestal
Truth's a stranger, exiled from the womb
And life's a harlotry in a foreign land
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
You rip what you sour, the society says
While ripping off of you whatever you have,
They tell to never stop believing in good
While making all bad things look like as it should.
Deceiving, robbing and killing everything in you –
They say, “it’s a law, obey or we’ll make you”.
No freedom is left in this world of power abuse,
Where rotten people rule, and prodigies are being refused
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
I remember crying because I failed to put the pedal on my bicycle
I remember the day when I got hit by my old friend for hiding his marbles
I remember the lies, tears, and dullness for which I created
When I was younger, gazillion times I always thought about the miracle
I remember those nights when my mom put me in bed and became a storyteller
Telling me how easily people fly crossing islands which was beyond the normal
Sometimes, I wish I could have that superpower
Wish someday when I get older, I would be a perfect girl
People would forget my stupidities and give me that label
That, is, miracle.
The cycle comes, and little me was gone
Hello nineteen me,
Welcome to another bedtime story
When you could pick a dream, but not really sure whether it'll be real or just fantasy
Still hoping that might you be a prodigy,
But you forget about the term of mental therapy
I do really sorry,
Your timeline didn't go as you planned
The majority of them was dreadfully failed
Haven't you realized it?
How many pains did you have?
How many failures did you receive?
And how many silly things did you do?
There are too many to be counted.
You always doing dumb things
Procrastinating in something,
And jeopardizing everything,
You are so embarrassing that you even couldn't bear with your own being
You always try yet you always fail
You always walk though you always want to fly
You always attempt to smile yet you do a lot of cries
You compare yourself to other people
You always think their life is much easier
You start blaming yourself about your awful character
Loathing your asymmetric face for not getting prettier
Cursing how bad annoying voice out of your manner
And blah.
Out of time, wish I could rewind the time
Wish I never wanted to dream to have superpower
Wish I never wanted to dream it at all
I regret dreaming for some miracle
Cos' miracles are unattainable
In fortune, there is only fate.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Dancing with the demons
playing with fire
On an eternal Circle
Unlimited
Imagination
; it shall be tainted
redefined
remaked
renewed
to the inbetween
of worlds
dimensions
lives
end
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Fear wondering astray
Mears pondering I lay
Near fields among the day
Here yield those of gray
Dear God stuck at play
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
*Knock knock
"Anyone there?" he heard someone saying it while knocking at the door. That one knocking the door had a voice of a child. The voice was soft and with this the old man inside the house guessed the age of child to be probably five to six years.
"Hellooo" the kid said again. He was continuously knocking the door.
Child continued to knock for a little while.
"I know you are inside there, please respond"
Child said pleadingly.
"Go away, no one is here" the old man said furiously. He was frustrated.
"Oh! Here you are" child responded "Dr Adam, I need help, I am..." the child couldn't complete the sentence, and the old man's heard a thud which was supposedly bigger than a knock. Possibly his head had banged against the door. Something had happened, the old man knew.
The old man was a loner but he wasn't heartless to not check on the kid. He bookmarked the page and kept the book he was reading on the table. He stood up and started to walk towards the door. He put down the chain and then opened the door slowly.
The child was holding on the door. As the old man opened the door the child could barely keep standing for some moments and he started to fall near the man's legs. Old man was quick and he put his hand below the child so he couldn't fall on the floor.
The old man grasped the hand of the boy to check his pulse. The boy was still alive though there was something weird about his pulse. It was weak, he could barely sense it and the pulse was low to around forty per minute. He was still breathing. The child was unconscious.
The old man grasped that kid in his arms and took him to his bedroom, situated upstairs on right corner of the house. He placed that kid on the bed which was still as fluffy as a new bed would be. It's been years since that old man was back to his bedroom. He used to sleep mostly in his chair while reading. He placed pillow under the kid's head and went back downstairs to other room.
That room didn't looked like a room, it looked more like a library. The room was large and there were books everywhere. His hand written notes and research was all scattered in the room. And the old man grasped they book he left on the table and continued reading.
Some hours passed and the old man heard the door opening upstairs. The child had woken up, he knew. The old man grabbed some fruits lying in the basket and went upstairs. The kid was just out of the room.
"Hey kid, you can still rest a little, and if you don't want to rest, you can have these fruits and go"
"Dr. Adam!?"
"Yes"
"I'm dying."
The old man was speechless as he heard these words from that little child. Many patients had come to him before, knocking on his door, to help them but he had left his profession because of one accident. All of them had to go back. He didn't even opened his door to anyone before. But now he had a child in front of him, who said he was dying and this left the old man speechless.
"Go to the hospital kid, I can't help you. I do not operate anymore"
"I went to the hospital. The disease I have have no cure. Not a single of them can cure me"
"Then how do you think I'd be able to cure you?"
"My disease makes my heart weaker by the moment it beats"
The old man knew this disease. All he could do was just stare at that kid and listen to him.
"They told me that long ago, a genius researched upon something and came across a cure to everything. And in that time, a kid had the same disease as me. He could die anytime. That genius used his talents to give that kid a new life. He cured that child and that child lived for a day but something happened and the disease of kid returned. This time, a million time worse and the kid died."
A silence followed after the kid.
"That genius was you Dr Adam . You had saved that kid before, even for just some days, but only you were the one to be able to find its cure. Save me doctor. Save me."
"I... I can't..." for the first time in years, the old man was not rude. His voice was trembling. In his eyes was fear. His north had dried up. He couldn't speak another word.
He was taken aback. He was looking in the eyes of that kid and in those little eyes of that kid was hope. Blue eyes of that kid were same as that of Nicholas, that kid the old man failed to save life of.
And the old man went to a state of trance and started to wonder in the memories thirty years back.
He was young back then. He was a genius. He learned to speak when he was just six months old. At three he used to solve maths problems easily that were hard for child double his age. His parents knew he was talented and so they gave him best education they could. He completed his doctorate degree at the age of seventeen when most of the people his age would be looking for what to do. He was a prodigy.
He joined a hospital. And started to operate on people. The operations that looked hard to normal one, he was able to do without a sweat. He wanted to do more. And so he got a home for himself where he could work in peace. He started on researching the cure of everything. He would think, search and experimented alone.
One morning, two years later, he found that any disease can be cured using magic. The magic that provides energy and makes life energy so strong that the body itself heals itself.
He was happy that day. He went to hospital to break out the news to everyone. But on his way, he found a small kid, of five years, laying on the bed.
"Hey kid" he said to the child.
"Hello doctor..."
"My name is Adam. What's your name"
"I'm Nicholas, doctor Adam"
"What happened to you Nicholas"
"I don't know."
"Don't worry, you'll be alright. I promise you"
"Thank you Dr Adam" the child smiled. That smile was so full of feelings that it made Adam more happy from inside. That smile had touched his heart. He just wanted to make that kid more happy by curing him of whatever he had. He made a promise to himself that he would cure that kid before telling upon his research to everyone.
He ran across the hospital and went to the other room where the doctors handling the patients of that room were.
"Hey Robert"
"Hello sir" though Robert was ten years older than Adam but still he used to call Adam sir because Adam was a lot more senior than him because of his knowledge.
"Whats up with Nicholas"
"That small boy"
"Yes"
"Actually, we don't know anything yet"
"What?"
"We've never seen such disease yet"
"What is with that disease"
"His heart is losing strength by the moment it beats. A severe pain was in his heart for unknown reasons pops up whenever. And he sometimes loses his consciousness at random times. That's one of a kind case. He can die at any time."
The young prodigy was speechless for the first time. His thoughts took him to another world. He was broken because he thought he couldn't help that kid. And then he heard a scream coming from the same place Nicholas was in.
He ran back to there. Nicholas was holding his heart with one hand and screaming. The pain was immense. Beyond measure of one's imagination. The eyes were flooded with tears. This view shocked Adam. He had never heard anyone shriek that loud in his whole life.
He went near Nicholas and held him up in his arms. He hugged him close and said that everything will be alright. The child's voice somehow lowered. After some moments, that. stopped crying and just stayed in his arms.
"Save me Dr Adam! Save me" the kid said sobbingly and then collapsed under his hands and got unconscious.
For the first time in his life the doctor felt helpless. He realized how precious life was. And he could not help that kid. The young man started crying. And suddenly a bright idea struck his mind. He thought of using the magic he researched for to cure this child.
"I will save you kiddo, I definitely will" he said to that small kid and then turned to Robert who had followed him
"Robert, can you take him to the operating table please"
"Yes but first tell me what are you going to do"
"I will tell you later. Just trust me and take him to there" Adam gave that kid to Robert and started to go out "I need to go back home for a bit. I'll be back quick" he said to Robert hurriedly and ran back to home. He needed to see the procedure again. He didn't wanted to do any mistake. Though he had not done any experiment to any animal, he was still confident in his research.
He came back to home, took out some notes of his from his book and started to read them. Then after some minutes, he ran back to hospital along with those notes. He just went to the room where the kid was. Robert was there near the table and the child still knocked unconscious and laying on the operating table.
"Thank you Robert. Can you please leave us alone now"
"But what are you going to do now?"
"Cure him"
"But how?"
"I can't tell you now but I will surely cure him"
Robert was still reluctant but he knew that Adam may have come up with some way of curing that child
"Trust me, I will surely" Adam said
And with that Robert finally left from there.
The doctor begin the procedure and he placed his palm on the child's heart tenderly. Then he closed his eyes and then had his other hand up. The other hand was open like he was gathering something from sky inside his hand. He was channeling the energy of the universe too the life energy of the kid.
The man could feel it running through his body. It was like the kid's energy was faint green in color and the energy in his hand was vibrant blue which was intense. The blue energy went from his hand to the other hand was going to the child's energy and making it stronger. But Adam didn't knew why there were two colors of energy. There was something wrong, he felt but nevertheless he continued to channel. Gradually the energy inside kid began to grow and it was full again. Like the color of child's energy was not blue but with little faint green inside.
Adam withdrew his hand. Nicholas was still breathing and seemed to be in good shape. Adam knew he was successful but he knew something,even if it were a little thing, had been wrong. And he sank back in the chair nearby.
After some moments the kid opened his eyes and sat on the table
"How are you feeling kiddo?" he asked standing from chair
"I... I feel... I feel fine doctor" Nicholas said. He was touching his heart like he was wondering what happened. He felt better than before. He felt that he is all alright.
"I feel good doctor" Nicholas said "I feel great" he added. He had a smile on his face. He felt rejuvenated. He was happy. Adam had a sigh of relief.
"How did you do it doctor?"
"Do what?"
"Cure me. How did you cure me? They said that my disease couldn't be cured by any medicine or surgery"
"Well...." Adam didn't knew what to say
"Tell me please. How did you?"
"Magic" and Adam smiled. He had told the truth though Nicholas didn't thought it was truth. This made nicholas laugh.
"Thank you... My magician" and they both started to laugh again. They both were happy.
"Come on now. Let me take you to your bed" and he grasped Nicholas in his arms and took him to his bed.
"I want to go home, not this bed"
"We still need to keep you under observation for a while still kiddo. So be a good boy"
"Ok magician, I will be a good boy"
Robert was there. Looking for other patients. He looked at the boy and observed him. He saw no marks, and realized surgery or something had not been done. And he later real used that pulse of the kid was normal now. And the child was smiling.
"How did you did that sir?" he asked Adam
"Ask the kid, he knows" and Robert looked at the kid
"He did magic doctor" and they both started to laugh while Robert looked puzzled. But Robert knew that the prodigy must have made some discovery and that's how he cured him and Adam want to give surprise to others.
"Congrats magician" Robert joined them.
"Robert can you help me in observing this child. I want to make sure he is all alright"
"I will sir" Robert said
They both did some tests that day along with looking after other patients. The strength of the heart of that boy had returned and heart beat was normal with no pain burst or unconsciousness for whole day.
Adam said final good night to the kid and went to his home to get some rest after informing Nicholas they he will be discharged tomorrow.
Adam dozed off to sleep quick that night. But he had a nightmare. He saw those two energies blue and faint green that were slowly disappearing. Darkness was consuming them both as they mixed. And then there was complete darkness. He heard a terrible scream of pain an then he woke up.
He couldn't wait there. He had to go back to hospital to check on Nicholas again. He dressed quick and ran to hospital. The was doctor Jack at night duty near the bed of that kid.
And that kid was laying silent. Adam held his hand. But he felt nothing. He then tried to feel heart beats but nothing again.
"What happened here?" Adam asked furiously to Jack
"Some minutes ago, we hard a loud scream for just a second or two and we realized it was Nicholas. By the time we reached here, it was all over. His heart had stopped beating"
"No that can't be" Adam said. How heart had broke.
"That disease had no cure Adam. At least you tried" Jack said
"No I should have been able to save him, I could have if I knew more, I could have" the tears of Adam flowed like an endless river of grief.
He left his profession that day. He wanted to search for the answers. He wanted to perfect his magic. He wanted not to let someone else die like that kid again. He made his home a library. He got many books. He kept on studying. He studied so much that many times he forgot to eat for days. Some books he wrote himself while researching upon. And so years passed. Life went on till today when a little child knocked his door.
His state of trance was broken by the scream of that little kid. He was holding his heart as the same way Nicholas did when he was in pain. Adam got himself and got that little boy on bed again. Kid stopped to cry after a little while. When kid had a breath of relief, he said to the old man again
"Dr Adam, I do not have much time left. Please. Help me"
"I have not finished that research yet. I may need more years to finish that cure of everything"
"I do not have years, I may not even have today and you know it"
"Kid, you may meet same fate as that kid. My procedure somehow accelerated that disease because it was wrong"
"I have to die one day if it's a week or I am left with a day after the procedure. It won't matter. I have to die anyway"
"But..." he couldn't say anything more. The child was wise and he was saying up to point.
"Can you please just try. I promise I won't regret it"
Even though thirty years had passed. Adam had made little progression towards that cure to everything. In the meantime he had found out many cures of many other diseases that was thought to be incurable but Adam wanted to perfect his procedure of cure of everything.
"Are you sure?"
"Dead sure" the kid replied. They both laughed a little on that pun.
"Get some rest. I'll be back in a bit"
He was going to do that again. He was going to use magic again. He went downstairs and started to read as much as he can of his notes. He wanted to do it perfect this time. Though he didn't knew how. After some time he went back upstairs.
"Hello again" the child said
"Are you ready kiddo?"
"I am. And by the way, my name is Nick"
"You're still kiddo for me" and they both laughed.
"Lay on the bed and don't move or say anything. Just close your eyes. I'm going to do magic"
"Ok magician" boy said. He was so much alike to Nicholas, Adam thought.
Nick did what he was told. The old man placed one hand on the boy's heart and other hand in exact same position as before years ago. He could feel the energies as he closed his eyes. The energy of the boy was faint green again. And a little more fainter than Nicholas when he was on the operating table that night. Adam felt the same blue energy in his other hand. No he thought. He couldn't put that blue energy again inside that boy. He knew the consequence. He searched for the same green one in outside universe but he couldn't. And then he heard.
"Dr Adam"
It was
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
She hides her pupil
under the long lashes
'A silent sweet girl"
I thought
Then I knew she was
a shooting expert
'A serious one"
Her photos of hiking
had crossed 100 likes
"an adventurous one"
She sang a melody
struck the strings of guitar
" A real Virtuoso! "
She won A in next exam
"A prodigy"
Did she miss the fun?
Funny because she is
holding my hands
and what more fun!
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
A little boy was singing
When we chanced to pass him by.
Such a big and booming voice
From such a little guy.
So I stopped to listen
Where he could not see me
And he went on singing
His music started moving me.
Golden voiced little boy
Sing and fill us all with joy.
Other kids might play with toys,
But you keep singing, golden boy.
Soon I saw the others
People who just passing by
Got caught up in the music
Of this talented little guy.
I saw them moving with
And bouncing and tapping feet
Listening to a prodigy
Singing on the city street.
Golden voiced little boy
Sing and fill us all with joy.
Other kids might play with toys,
But you keep singing, golden boy.
There was no hat or box
Laid there to collect some cash.
Just this wonderful lad
Singing next to cans of trash.
It looked like a light shone
Down on him as he was singing.
To me it was unforgettable
This golden gift he was bringing.
Golden voiced little boy
Sing and fill us all with joy.
Other kids might play with toys,
But you keep singing, golden boy.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
I could be a ************* prodigy
I don't think
anyone has been this blind
Without physically not being able to see
The mirrors don't show me
The knifes protruding from my back
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
The water bubbles around your feet
yet it does not touch you
Floating on a cloud to where we meet
You feel this does not concern you
Always asking why dogs bark yet follow your every move
The wings upon your back are black not a powdery blue
For years you've seen people cower as you walk by
You never really thought until now to question the reason why
I've been waiting for you prodigy
To explain to you the reasons people can't stand the sight of you
Yet can not help but stare
They burst into flames if they look at you too long
But where do they go from there?
Long ago here on Earth two people did meet
One of snow and one of sand
An you is who they did create
No one knew such sorrow they day you were born
The angels sang and demons cried to see such a sin
A young person born of two creations
Now you see why people scream and children hide
Murderers are your best friend
But all this you deny
Your fate has found you to follow the path you have been given
The angelic face, demonic eyes are just above the skin
it's up to you to decide what your heart wants, how to live your life
For angels want you to live in hell
While demons want you in the light
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC