Oct 19, 2011

"The Beginning That Was The End"



The world came crashing down, looking at me with a frown.
Everything was falling into a dark, endless abyss, as I watched on, helpless.
I shivered with the burning cold of the night. Hell! I was scared, I confess.
Swirls of mist were closing in around me, obscuring, concealing what I couldn’t see.
My heart was cold, like a cube of ice. But I couldn’t calm down my emotions & they burnt like a cup of boiling tea.

Oh! The misery, the depression, the darkness…everything was turning into a big mess.
Something died, was it me? But, how strange…I just couldn’t seem to care less.
I cried with joy, I laughed out of sheer misery, how much worse could life be?
I fell into a world where I was neither blind nor deaf & dumb, & yet I was all the three.
The beauty of the horror gripped my very soul, like a child would a bowl.
I wanted to run till there was no destination, just the endless roads. But, all I could do was stroll.


I was poisoned with hatred & with love. I wanted to fly & I couldn’t squeeze out of my cove.
Who were you to come into my life & turn it inside out? You baited me like you would a trout.
I was bursting from within, trembling with energy & now, I can’t even shout!
How terrible is this phase, this world filled with sane passions that border on frenzied craze.
You fill me with desire…with repulsion, with criticism…with praise.
I’m a master, now I am a slave; I am scared when I am brave.
For happiness I crave & for sadness. For hatred I crave & it is also for love that I crave.
You could have burnt me & the fire you could have fanned…you could have killed me with 
the strength of your hand.
You could have driven a stake through my heart…you could have packed my throat with sand.
In a chamber of ice, you could have made me sit…you could have simply poisoned me, you git!
But you chose instead to keep me alive, so you could kill me bit-by-bit…


Here I am…dead to the world, dead to myself, dead to you & yet my heart beats
For you & forever, for only you…


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