Letter To Me In February
Dear me
I think it is important to write a letter to me
In fragrance of love
To cherish the goodness in me,
I think it is time to celebrate
The kindness I hold around my heart as a jewel
Thankfully it is there, not lost
Amidst of storms and setbacks
I know it is true the surface is hard now
The pure droplet of innocence i adorned once
Is lost in a strange battle…
Cataclysmic the change
After walking through the fire
Of stormy squabbles
And the smoke of ructions
Deliberately framed against me
That i challenged
Again and again a few unjust schemes
Of the insolent might….
Why ?
Once not, several times
I asked this in loud words
And at the end left all questions unanswered
To set free a shattered me from the prisons
Of a dreadful era of shams and chaos
Yes, it is time to write
It is not my mission now to prove anything
However, universe knows who libels, lie
skilfully behind the gardens of east
And who pierces a scalpel from behind..
Let it be….
I know this is not a season to think of the bruises
Of stillness and blankness surrounded
From a smoke- plant of brand copy images
Created there by a certain planner
not to endorse the logo of mankind
But to supplement, to foster
A million similar alter egos..
Repulsive, yes..
I know the tenor to reason out is over
On imperative one sided decrees
As there not much to explain
When words and silence fail
To resolve a puzzle of tangled emotions
Verity of dreams and elements
Not always pleasant
Sanctity not always welcomed
In wars of the might
I think it is time up to write a letter
To me in fragrance of life with no facades to pull back,
To remind me that there no dearth of goodness
When I sit back to listen the song of my heartbeats
*It is indeed a soulful wake up song..
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(Wake up Song by Arcade Fire)
With my lightning bolts a-glowing I can see where I am going”
(The lyrics speak of a transition from childhood innocence to adulthood. The apparent theme is that we can’t repress our emotions and we must learn from the mistakes of previous generations.)
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A poem by
Rema Pisharody
