Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Daunting Silhouette

She had chuckled,
had let the surging wind rustle her locks,
when the fields were green,
and the eyes shut.

Silently she believed to have refound the innocence,
having decided to forget a certain hope,
she again desired the cheerful sunrise,
the loneliness seemed solitude then.

In broad daylight,
the thief snatched away her peace,
jostled her awake,
opening her eyes to a shadow,
a shadow she recognized since birth.

She heard the jar fall,
estranged like never before,
too fragile to fight the silhouette,
she wished him dead.

Shattering ever so loudly,
oscillating between sanity and insanity,
she wondered who was more heartless,
her or the one who made her so?

With derailed dreams,
she fathomed horrific nightmares.
While sleep evaded her,
she hoped to sleep forever. 

2 comments:

  1. Such an endearing and heart warming way to express every little feeling, the imagery so strong, that it leaves the reader tingling with a sense of completion.

    Shattering ever so loudly,
    oscillating between sanity and insanity,
    she wondered who was more heartless,
    her or the one who made her so?

    Lovely lines.

    Good Work! Waiting for more!

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  2. Reads in continuation with "Sufficing Ignorance", expressive, emotive, sensitive, and painful in its own way. Evocative. Evokes a certain response in the reader that is usually hard to come by, questions morality, expresses doubts ever so loudly, and ends without respite. As said above by Labani, those lines are great. Captures the essence very well.

    Good work. Keep it going.

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