Removed from the stir of society,
Damned be the world, rebel, she be?
A little of the world, yet none at all,
With yesterdays' tints and a hope for redemption, who she be?
Underneath layers of silent screaming insecurities,
Little by little, she'll kill you. Con woman, is she?
As unapologetic as the sea,
Tranquil one moment, turbulent the next.
A disorienting darkness for a day
Rose hued rays of a morning sun for the night
A charming myth in an appalling reality
A beautiful lie in a scandalous truth
An unpainted portrait, an unwritten poetry
Who can turn a sinner into a saint, a saint a sinner.
She is that she was taught, that she was loved
She is that you let her see, that she was let be
She loves when wars reign, she loves like love can never learn
With eyes as dark as ink, reflecting your own life's follies.
In her own little quests and discovery, in a self made laboratory
Living in a misanthropists' heaven, tussling time's fine masonry
We've all sought and yet lived with her
We've all fought to not be her-
Isnt she the one residing in you. Isnt she you?
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Damned be the world, rebel, she be?
A little of the world, yet none at all,
With yesterdays' tints and a hope for redemption, who she be?
Underneath layers of silent screaming insecurities,
Little by little, she'll kill you. Con woman, is she?
As unapologetic as the sea,
Tranquil one moment, turbulent the next.
A disorienting darkness for a day
Rose hued rays of a morning sun for the night
A charming myth in an appalling reality
A beautiful lie in a scandalous truth
An unpainted portrait, an unwritten poetry
Who can turn a sinner into a saint, a saint a sinner.
She is that she was taught, that she was loved
She is that you let her see, that she was let be
She loves when wars reign, she loves like love can never learn
With eyes as dark as ink, reflecting your own life's follies.
In her own little quests and discovery, in a self made laboratory
Living in a misanthropists' heaven, tussling time's fine masonry
We've all sought and yet lived with her
We've all fought to not be her-
Isnt she the one residing in you. Isnt she you?
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You never cease to give me that moment where I am sure to miss a breath or two.
ReplyDelete"As unapologetic as the sea,
Tranquil one moment, turbulent the next."
Absolutely a master play of simile. You delight me young girl. It is a joyous experience to put myself in your words and replay them as for me.
"In her own little quests and discovery, in a self made laboratory"
I'm not philosophical, heck not even spiritual most of the times when it comes to writing. I hate putting myself into that juxtaposition when either can't be supreme. Bu this line, made me think and I'm just as dumbfound to react. It is just the very truth from where we are what we are today. Sheer display of brilliance in the minimal choice words; like I said you are a master.
In poetry, when one bestows on another, a gift of appreciation, more of a comparison, the one bestowed on waits and waits like the same sea you write about to pass it on. It is a journey of long wait and anticipation of who could be the next best.
Long back someone had gifted me the delight being compared to one of the greatest poets of all times. It was one of THE cloud 9 moments in my life and what best when a reader gives it to a writer.
Time has come I give to someone else and here I go. I hope you find your next best to pass it on.
|| They say about a saying on Kalidasa - "Upama Kalidasasya" - meaning Kalidasa was a master at similies!! ||
You make it a simile worthwhile just like him. This is for the first two lines I mentioned. I am bigger fan of your writing. :)
Much Love,
Jo <3