The wind strummed against the dark sky,
A faint sigh knocked at a seat near by
I shunned the voices inside my head,
I shunned the voices inside my head,
and blinked at the dark stage instead.
The curtains were pulled away
Masks were discarded at bay;
Blurred movements indicated tremendous strife
Whilst dark figures somehow assured of a hopeful life!
Whilst dark figures somehow assured of a hopeful life!
Hiding behind all the chaos
Stood a little boy amazed and lost,
Yearning to be home again
Yet somehow not alien to the pain.
Taking a step forward, against my heart
I could hear the fight had been taken apart,
A pair of brown pools gulped me down now
The stage melted, it had taken it's last vow.
A lovely blend of metaphors and reality, I would say. Some of the comparisons are actually very very good. And they blend perfectly with the contrasts that you paint. For example, "the wind strummed against the dark sky" (one would actually expect it to rage) and then "A faint sigh". Again, its not heard but a faint sigh knocks! That's some great imagery you have written right here! Throughout your work, you have pulled off great comparisons.
ReplyDeleteThere is a subtle rhyme embedded in your poetry which (like I have remarked in an earlier comment) is almost like a signature of your work. It shows itself in the very first read. One does not have to look for it. One "feels" it.
Another jewel to the crown, shall I say? Keep up the awesome work!