She sat there, staring at the wall, bemused by the unknown..
The feeling was mysterious,
she hadn't felt it too often before...
It engulfed her quite often now,
like a spring tide,
plunging upon the homes ashore..
It soaked up her heart,
till its flames died..
She could feel the heart squinch,
It was getting harder to breath..
The air seemed so murky..
She didn't know why,
why life had turned so unendurable..
what is the endeavor all about?
Why the battle after all?
Walls don't speak,
she got no answer..
She just stared, restrained,
and it stared back,
so fiercely that she looked away..
All she knew was that it was a battle,
and she had to fight..
There was no purpose..
But no warrior fights for a purpose..
He fights only to save his life..
And she stopped staring at the mute wall that day..
-Ishma
9 comments:
this shows a change in ur mindset after u met me....right?
accha?? Will u kindly elaborate on that...
yeah sure..why not..pehle tum kaisi thi dari dari sehmi hui.......maine tumhe jeene ka tareeka bataya.....ab isse jyada apni taarif nahi kar sakta coz i m an introvert.u know that
:-o
Whateva!!
r u psyched??? is everything alrite??? something is seriously wrong.... :P
:)
I think that the last part could have been more conslusive... But over all a great piece....
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http://thevariegatedsky.blogspot.com/
Hmmm good one ishma... loved the flow of the words very poetic wonlee.. :)
Pretty good one Ishma...Walls are never muted, but they speak their whisper language.. they are the testimony for all our feelings and inner talk...Hmmmm I know how one can feel when one has to fight oneself..
Very good moving poem...i felt it...
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