Saturday, November 1, 2014

A Face Of Many Mirrors

A jolly kid facing a tall frame of glass
Began admiring himself at the reflection
His eyes squinted, twinkling with curiosity
Oh! What a delight it was to see that boy!
His head held high, hair neatly cropped,
Hands in his pockets, legs parted in style,
And appreciating all the minute details,
He bloomed with a smile of great pride

Another mirror came hopping around
And it stood to the left of that old frame
It was lofty piece with ornamented frame
Its regal appearance stole his eyes away
He tirelessly jumped out of excitement
At the spectacle of this new found thing
The joy inside him went out of control

But it was an incongruous affair in between
Which the boy did not entirely comprehend:
The awful grimace reflected by the new glass
And yet, he kept on playing with it because,
He was mesmerized by its alluring beauty
Nonetheless, he could not neglect anymore
The height of cold animosity ridiculed by it

When the boy grew old enough into a man,
He contemplated the mirror and realized,
"I am blindfolded by its contrived charm."
As darkness was looming inside his heart,
Developing into a plague of disgusting gloom
He could ignore his own grimace, no more!
Hence he embraced the mirror on the right,
And the one on the left was left all alone


October 14, 2014

Saturday, October 4, 2014

The Struggle Within



The confrontation of mind and heart
Conceals the emotions deep within
When they are revolting to break out
It is the instinct - the innate nature
Of the soul not to show or utter
Even the slightest hint of sorrow

The dam of silent tears is closed
Behind the mask of my impassive face
A great degree of violent pain is endured
When a volcano on the verge of eruption
Is capped by silence to let it implode
Not to cause additional distress

My conscience does not comprehend,
That the silence evokes hostility
Which haunts in the eyes gazing at me
But they will never understand,
The agony inflicted upon the heart

Accusation begins to confront avoidance
Adjuring to break the distancing silence
Without understanding the struggle within

August 6, 2014

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Inferno: The Beating Of A Dead Heart

INFERNO

The Beating Of A Dead Heart


Head turned back, brows locked, eyes fixed on the stormy sky
Unrelenting to forgive, hate boiled to a point of raging flame
For the prestige of it was too dear to lose out to compassion
Nurtured by vigorous vanity, contempt had grown into cancer
Such callous display expected nothing in return but loathing
Waiting in vain with great patience for the final touch down
Proud to be crowned as an atrocious prince of willful scorn
Spite was surplus in the heart making it oblivious of mercy

As the curtains went up, it was an unexpected surprise;
A sight of displeasure began clouding those furious eyes
It was not hate that was revealed! It was a face of love,
Emanating from the bottom of a heart crying out of pity
In a dire need to cradle that heart under the spell of evil
Tears were shed in prayers to root out the abhorrence,
And to plant a seed of love that will grow like a beanstalk,
To flourish a heart that beats in rhythms of endearment

But compassion was mistaken to be an act of retaliation
Then assault was launched only to receive warm affections
Spears of vicious snakes hurled, boomeranged garlands
Infuriating the hostility burning to the point of inferno
Such a heart which only detests when infected with hate,
Turned those eyes blind towards the sweet colors of love
Thus, without standing the sight of a hand offering to help,
Love tasted bitter as it was regarded as sickening poison

The beauty of love did not decline in the wicked sight of hate
It grew brighter with every audacious show of abomination
Like a rising sun at dawn, spreading the subtle morning rays,
A gentle breeze blew and chased those stormy clouds away
The resenting heart did not see a chance to change its stand
Utterly reluctant to accept the face of loss in a petty battle
Thus, it ended living in perpetual death of gnawing vexation
Ultimately, a prolonged repentance burnt the soul to cinder

July 30, 2014