This poem is a poetic rebellion against ‘Silence’. It speaks for the unseen, the unheard, the scrolled-past, and the too-easily forgotten. This poem is a rallying cry — for awareness, for action, for empathy. It recognizes how easy it is to look away, and yet how powerful it can be to look up, look around, and hold space for one another. In a world overwhelmed by noise, it demands to be heard. It reminds us that peace doesn’t always whisper — sometimes, it screams. Let this be the heartbeat of a generation, choosing not to fade — but to rise!
Ghost Stories
You ever feel it?
That invisible rattle in your chest
Chains you never asked for
But they weigh you like the world forgot you’re human.
We scroll and scroll and scroll
Eyes blurred like cheap glass
Seeing polished lies projected on every screen
As if perfection was ever something we could touch.
And meanwhile, the streets scream.
People sleeping in the shadows of glass towers,
No one looks up.
No one looks down.
Just pass by. silent, fast.
This world’s grown too good at turning the page,
Forgetting yesterday’s tragedy
Before we’ve even had a chance to cry.
But we aren’t ghost stories,
We aren’t hashtags fading into nothing,
We are here. hearts on fire, hands cracked from trying,
Still holding onto each other even as they tear us apart.
Listen.
There’s power in that pulse,
Power in the ones who dare to stand, to speak, to scream:
This is not who we have to be.
So next time you feel that weight?
Lift your chin like it’s a banner,
Lift your hands like they were born to fight gravity
And never let this world convince you
That you’re too small to shift the tide.
Poet Details
- Umair Kidwai
- Gems Modern Academy, Dubai
- MYP 5, Age – 15
I loved this poem!