The Arrival... Finally My First Post...!

FAr from the long hectic schedules of my everyday MBA curriculum, I always spend sometime doing something different to avoid monotony in life and to allay the fear of being lost in the soporific and morose world. It can be writing a small story, or filling in colours on a canvas, or may be a poem or simply changing the setting of my room... can be anything capable enough to take me away from the hustle and bustle of the madding crowd...! (This blog is also the result of the same.)

One day, when I was really feeling sad and wanted to divert my mind desperately from the grief I carried within, I decided to write and finally penned down a few words based on my friend's dream. She gave me a very vivid version of a silent dame that she dreamt . Her silence was not silent but it yelled loud and clear. Though it's sorrowful, yet the element of bravery and gumption of the girl can be felt at the end of the poem.... But surely, my next post will be full of happiness with energy oozing out from all sides... Until then, check this out .....(never thought I would put this poem publicly and that too as my first post on my first blog)....

My Mute Silence

This drop of red trickles down my snowy wing,
Restating that I am trying to fly a little too high;
That eye in me which was waiting too anxiously,
To wipe off the glum in my soul;
The moment one tear vanished,
I saw a trail of tears coming behind,
With every bead shrieking so silently…
Yes, the voice was mute once again…

The eagle felt pinioned,
The freedom felt shackled once again…
The image became hazy…
I just thought I found you,
I was about to relax that I realized
It was another sword,
Tearing every sinew I had…
Yes, the eyes were mute once again…

A few heart throbs back, I learnt to smile,
Only to be immediately reminded
Of the triumphant tear’s victory over me…
The bud was just about to bloom,
When the thorn pricked her,
Hurting the innocence
In the crumbled petals yet to be unraveled;
Yes, the life went mute once again…

The love had just floated in the air,
When the fiery tempest shook me from within,
Took away the remnants of vitality …
And threatened me to keep my wings to myself,
I could sense the devastating jeopardy;
That affection had eeriness now,
It forgot how to breathe;
Yes, the heart muted once again…

I felt the warmth of your love,
Only to be lost in the bleak darkness…
The bleak darkness of the darkest.
The light of my purity had dimmed
And it was the setting of destiny’s sun;
The harshness had crept into the cave of hope,
Scaring its once loved infant;
Yes, the expression was mute too…

The beauty of sadness went pale,
Even the sweetness of the pain was lost,
Sorrow had become the master once again,
The whip of torment was at work,
The tribulation had begun,
Ordeal had started measuring
My burden of distress and desolation.
The melancholy was defeating me again…

The want to live,
That fresh smile on lips,
That tender heart,
That zealous life,
That strong vitality,
That beautiful invincibility,
The pulchritude of the unborn…
All dead and diminished….
Leaving nothing
But my mute silence behind
Staring at the deep chasm of timelessness…!

Hope YOU would appreciate it... Soon coming up with more and this time, it would be a little better ....

Oodles of love,

Shailja