Tuesday, June 28, 2011

An aberration called Emotions...

Efface that facet, off of your face,
embrace that new alibi, adorned with lace,
let go off the past, it's not here to stay,
embroil yourself into the madness, the madness of your prey.

The violent force is blowing, all through your soul,
the latent emotion is imploring, to be released on parole,
the foliage scatters down, laid in the path of your ravage laughter,
you look back with a serene perplexity, and only chose to move forward.

Leave all that that is bygone, you shall not need it any more,
for you now have a new role to play, a more efficacious lore,
the rhythms will now dance, to your tune of rancorous sanctity,
it's time to switch to aquarelle, and leave the shoddy oil paints to bleed.

Your 'disguise' will be your armour, your detachment will be your shield,
you will fight in a new way now, a fresh victory awaits on the field,
the ignoble valour is glistening, it's ready to be charged,
an epiphany distracts you, and you choose to react.

In the midst of the chaos, a canary deftly flutters your way,
amidst the inimical thumping noise, it only chooses to wisely say,
and sing in a sotto voce, a melodious song, that hypnotises your soul,
your nightmare transforms into a reverie, you stand awestruck in cold.

And then you realise, if it's really worth,
this diabolical transformation, which will only haunt like a curse,
maybe the new dark alibi, is not required just yet,
maybe there's still a song left for you, that you can write when you fret.

Because there is always a choice to do something, I say,
and there will always be a choice to not do something, it's not a cliche,
but it ultimately depends on what you want to do,
you've been encumbered with the decision, be prudent, and not shrewd.

For life always moves forward, it's the people who don't,
with dints, dents, lacerations and scars, our soul intermittently gets stoned,
and when you're on the verge, of losing your grip on it all,
just halt and look back, let yourself realise your life before every fall.

Because it's hope and faith, that guides you from inside,
it's easy to get lured with darkness, but difficult to stand aside,
for there is a final end, to everything that survives,
from the soul to the body, once lost, nothing can be revived.

And release your resistance, let your negativity evaporate,
into the omnipresent invisible air, and feel the residue of happiness,
and hold on to all that you want to, live the moments while they last,
for the 'present' and the 'future', all strive to, one day, become your 'past'.


10 comments:

  1. Whole poem properly read by me finally this time :-)and truly got attached to it as somehow the similar emotions flowing within me. :-)
    Cheers!!! Nice work :-P

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  2. Great piece of art. The third part was sheer awesomeness.. Keep writing!

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  3. @ goru-hehee finally :p congo :p n thnx :p

    @ bb-thankoo thankoo :D:D:D

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  4. Wonderful writing. I love the last stanza!

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  5. Wow this is gorgeous, impressive vocabulary! I was blown away by this

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  6. @ luna - thnx

    @ marbles - me too :D

    @ jingle - thnx :D

    @ mindlovemisery - is it :D thnx a lot :D m glad it was tht effective :p

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