Pain/Hope
Hi All,
I know its been a long time since my last post. But the blame rests on a silly project and my mad boss. All's well now ..... the silly project's over and my boss has gone crazy.
Enjoy the new post.
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Lying on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling,
I pray for the pain to subside; any healing.
The heart beats so hard, I wish it to explode,
the burden so huge, my chest heaves with the load.
The pain shook me out of my wonderland,
my castle vanquished, as if it were of sand.
I pass through the low of the "what if" phase,
onto the anger of "why not", in a state of craze.
The pain engulfs; follows me like my own shadow.
How I wish I could discard it out of the window.
The grief wants me to believe in divine intervention;
almost hoping that joy was His ultimate intention.
The pinch, now and then, makes me feel alive.
An energy source, on which my heart can thrive.
It now resides in me, shares my soul; a brother.
It makes me think; view it as a lesson rather.
The lessons, the wisdom that comes along with it,
is priceless; more than one would like to admit.
The buzz persists; I raise my head and look around.
Wonder, who smiles and who isn't under the pound.
Each battles within, defeated by their own ghost;
with a complete profile of pain and loss to boast.
Wait! Is this true? Why does everyone look akin?
Or does the picture reflect the turmoil within.
The voice whispers a few words into my ear;
not to turn around, not to shed a tear.
I open the distressing bottle of red wine,
spill it away; better than spilling brine.
Now, I am in search of the sign of new hope,
rested and ready, to rise up the uneven slope.
The fear of failure, of slipping comes to mind.
But that's where the delight lies; I remind.
The hope transports me back to wonderland,
my castle restored; each grain, each strand.
I pass through the high of the "to be" phase,
onto the surge of "I do", in a state of craze.
Lying on my bed, staring at the bright ceiling,
I pray for the joy to inundate; divine feeling.
The heart beats so hard, I wish it to explode,
scatter the love to wherever my blood flowed.
I know its been a long time since my last post. But the blame rests on a silly project and my mad boss. All's well now ..... the silly project's over and my boss has gone crazy.
Enjoy the new post.
**************************************************************
Lying on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling,
I pray for the pain to subside; any healing.
The heart beats so hard, I wish it to explode,
the burden so huge, my chest heaves with the load.
The pain shook me out of my wonderland,
my castle vanquished, as if it were of sand.
I pass through the low of the "what if" phase,
onto the anger of "why not", in a state of craze.
The pain engulfs; follows me like my own shadow.
How I wish I could discard it out of the window.
The grief wants me to believe in divine intervention;
almost hoping that joy was His ultimate intention.
The pinch, now and then, makes me feel alive.
An energy source, on which my heart can thrive.
It now resides in me, shares my soul; a brother.
It makes me think; view it as a lesson rather.
The lessons, the wisdom that comes along with it,
is priceless; more than one would like to admit.
The buzz persists; I raise my head and look around.
Wonder, who smiles and who isn't under the pound.
Each battles within, defeated by their own ghost;
with a complete profile of pain and loss to boast.
Wait! Is this true? Why does everyone look akin?
Or does the picture reflect the turmoil within.
The voice whispers a few words into my ear;
not to turn around, not to shed a tear.
I open the distressing bottle of red wine,
spill it away; better than spilling brine.
Now, I am in search of the sign of new hope,
rested and ready, to rise up the uneven slope.
The fear of failure, of slipping comes to mind.
But that's where the delight lies; I remind.
The hope transports me back to wonderland,
my castle restored; each grain, each strand.
I pass through the high of the "to be" phase,
onto the surge of "I do", in a state of craze.
Lying on my bed, staring at the bright ceiling,
I pray for the joy to inundate; divine feeling.
The heart beats so hard, I wish it to explode,
scatter the love to wherever my blood flowed.
posted by Vishal | 4:47 AM
9 Comments:
Amazing...Bravo..Marvellous...Man it should be published...make a good collection and see to it that you get copyrights on these...I am sure they will be published some day..
I bow to thee...u r impeccable!
maalik, Phod diyaa hai ... Amazing , i read it 5 times to understand it .. and i must say "VISHAL NEVER DIE BUDDY "
:) Der aaye durust aaye...
You clutched the pain into a fist and threw it in as many words. Again... very visual and damn good!
This is far less arrogant than 'I', far more vulnerable and hence likeable methinks...
But tell me...
The fear of failure, of slipping comes to mind.
but thats where the delight lies; I remind.
Really? Does delight lie in the fear of failure? Idealistic isn't it? :)
On a different note, damn good boss you have who inspires you to write such gems! Tumhe hamesha aise hi boss milte rahein, yehi aashaa kartein hain :D :D
{All}
Thanx for the lovely comments. It made my day.
{Shweta}
I'll give you 50% of the royalties if you can get these published :)
{Kapil}
not to worry ... itni aasani se nahin maroonga
{Aparna}
more vulnerable?? r u still under the KANK hangover :D ... and the delight lies not in the fear of failure but in the hope of success.
"The hope transports me back to wonderland,
my castle restored; each grain, each strand.
I pass through the high of the "to be" phase,
onto the surge of "I do", in a state of craze."
Genius...
Hey there...
long time man!!
Dont tell me u r stuck with another project or something!!
-Shweta
Hey there.. exactly 1 year .. :)
How about some pearls as words from the "I"? :-)
It's been quite long...
and why does the centre of nowhere not resonate with words from the 'I'?
pray tell me why?
:P
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