I can’t wait for the day
When you will awaken
And squint in the cold paleness of the sun
To behold the light that has faded
Behind dark turbid clouds
And smell the flowers
That have died in your arms.
You will rise and falter
And your quivering legs
Will be your pillars
Which will balance your torso
Against the marauding winds
Which will blow the dead sands
Into small tornadoes swirling
At your toes.
You will see us
And know what we have done
And you will fight back.
Like two lions in the dust, we will clash
Until you stand victorious
And we lie slain and unmoving
In the fragile grey unyielding soil
Bloodless, breathless and bereft of life.
I can’t wait for that day
For the sun will shine once more
Because you asked him to
And flowers will burst from the barren earth
Because you willed them to.
Light will flood the firmament
A breath will burst out of the inanimate
Clad in the million splendid colours of life.
The dawn will come, resplendent and brilliant
Pregnant with new stories
Told in the language of fluttering wings,
Whistling winds and swelling river water.
This will be your world
Your theatre of vitality
Where the stage will be set for your presence
And your baton will command the music of dreams
A rich orchestral prelude set to the rhythm of time
Rising, rising in a rapturous overture
Until every vacuum is filled, every void engulfed,
Every hollow overwhelmed by the glory of your song.
The seas will part and stand muted in awe of your magnificence
And then you will dance...
You will dance...
8 comments:
Oh this is one of the most inspiring stuff I've read in ages..simply brilliant!
very beautiful words an thoughts. perhaps all things move in cycles. perhaps the defeated today are the defeators one day ... but then again not forever. perhaps the sad thing is, like Steinbeck said in East of Eden, none of us remember the lessons or our bad times or good times. in good times we think things have always been good and vice versa in bad times
@LostLittleGirl: Thanks! Glad you liked it.
@Ricercar: You're right. Memory is often short and fickle and this makes us take people and things for granted. It's very peculiar. By the way, I can't seem to access your blog.
yes. but maybe that too is as it should be, another enabler for 'normal life'. maybe if we remembered we couldnt really live as fully? thats why we forget, like the souls sent to lethe. my blog is accessible by invitation only. if you would like to read it, i can give you access, but i would need your email id :)
ps - how do you get the video bar? loved a lot of your music that was there, by the way
True. Blocking painful memories out is a means of survival. But then, when memories of certain moments are all you have, then it becomes a means of survival to just clutch them close to you. By the way, we seem to have gone on an interesting tangent. I did not have any of this in mind when I wrote this poem. It's very interesting to see what different people take from from what you write.
If your blog has personal stuff on it and you don't feel comfortable with others reading it, I don't want to impose :).
Oh and about the video bar... go to customise and click on "add gadgets"... it gives a list of things you can put on your page including the video bar.
Thanks for the youtube tip. Yes these comments take things in totally new directions. Sometimes I get that feeling with other ideas in my head too, when I discuss them with others. I think its interesting. I guess that reader never really knwos what the writer was thinking of or means, we reference so obliquely. So what the read into the words makes up their own version of it, which might sometimes just take a totally different life of its own! i was actually interpreting it as cultures or civilizations - not thinking you meant it that way, but because thats what was on my mind at the moment that i read it! about my blog, no its not so much personal, as bad experiences with plagiarism in the past
True. Blocking painful memories out is a means of survival. But then, when memories of certain moments are all you have, then it becomes a means of survival to just clutch them close to you. By the way, we seem to have gone on an interesting tangent. I did not have any of this in mind when I wrote this poem. It's very interesting to see what different people take from from what you write.
If your blog has personal stuff on it and you don't feel comfortable with others reading it, I don't want to impose :).
Ok cool. My email address is sayakdasgupta@gmail.com. Send an invite :).
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