Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Lost Revival !

The room is as dark as ebony, the stench of dampness is so prominent. A wick less candle wax the floor. The windows are closed and the iron latches are rusted. Cobwebs lace the ceiling. Spiders consuming a trapped bat. The surroundings are so still and eerie I can hear the wind blow.
A mahogany bed eaten by termites and embraced by cobwebs lay in the center. Its so wobbly and hallow. I see a dark figure reclining on it, half dead... Its me !
I lay as cold as a corpse as dead as still water.
My voice was once raped
My expressions were molested.
My freedom cordoned
My soul whipped
I'm loosing my vision, how much I desire to enjoy the colors of life!
I'm almost a dumb spectator, how much I wish to sing the song of love.
I'm almost paralyzed, how much I want to dance and fly.
I'm so incapable of movement and I can only feel but my senses are fading.
I'm almost eaten and decayed, how much I wish to see the light of knowledge.
I can only feel the chills of wind on my face. Termites have started to consume me, spiders have found their new territory in me. But it does not pain much now. I feel so helpless.
Ah! The fire in my heart is dying, the warmth of desire is fading...I wait for the day when the room is illuminated with Love, Light, Warmth...
I have forgotten the skill of moving, my limbs are so rigid and bones have become brittle.
But life gives you a second chance and so was I given one. That day the doors opened light crept in. I saw figures around me barely able to recognize them. I could feel the warmth of smile. Love in their eyes.
Ironically I have become too cold. How much I wished to revive myself...I feel too weak, I have lost my sight completely. My vocal cords fail to hum. I am as cold as ice. The soul in me has escaped only the body lies. Alas! I'm dead and my soul wanders in search of contentment.
No one even bothers about a corpse...who as living was related to so many people. I had no funeral, I was not cremated. I was consumed eaten and decomposed.
All that's there is 'The dark room' suffused with dampness!

8 comments:

  1. the emotions instilled in this write up are so intense...very expressive...though very depressing!!lyk ur work...though i dont lyk ur state of mind!

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  2. Yea!!!
    got some depressing syndrome in me..

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  3. It is like expressed so well!
    You have explained the same condition in so many wayes!
    Loved it!
    But waiting for something written in "ambika di" style!
    "eeee" types!

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  4. Thanks buddy!
    Yea I'm also looking for that style.
    will soon come up with something "eeeee" types!;)

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  5. hehehe...
    I know..
    as for this post I wold take it as a compliment. Thanks.

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