As the night wraps itself in velvet silence
He unveils his serape of feigned happiness
The lugubrious reflection of light through the glass
half filled with his drunken musings of night
half filled with whirling wind of her memories
falls on the tear-stained pages clasping his insanity.
The words of heartaches etched relentlessly
He gives voice to the aphonic cries of the blues.
The windstorm rushes in through the broken windowpane
blowing away the inked poetries into many pieces
breaking the glass of survival into many fragments
destroying each spoken-unspoken word that never sufficed.
The dead and buried floats on the blood oozing out
Indelible suffering carved in the cuts of an esoteric man.
-Kritika Vashist
You are a genius! How you conveyed the struggles with the knowing about so many “secrets” and not having an excuse to blame anyone for what happens. The only way of healing is accepting that life simply happens. At least that is what I feel when I am reading your words.
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I am so glad you thought so, Erika. After all blaming doesn’t lead you anywhere. We learn to live with the miseries and that is how we heal ourselves. You worded it rightly, Erika.
Thank you for such a significant comment 🙂
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I love your poems. I could not write them that way but at the same time they speak so directly my language. It is wonderful, Kritika. 🙂
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I shall say the same for yours, then 😀 You are adorable!
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High Five on that, Kritika. I’d say we are a good example for how differences (styles in this case) complement each other, right?
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Absolutely 🙂
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😊
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That’s really well worded, Kritika. Great job!
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Coming this from a poet like you, means a lot. Thank you for appreciating, Richard 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
Actually it always is, I just don’t comment a lot.
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Now that values your comment even more. Thank you 🙂
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😀
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Beautiful…I love the line “He gives voice to the aphonic cries of the blues.” Cheers
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Thank you very much, Chris ^_^
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I love it! 🙂
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Yay yay yay! 🙂
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🙂
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Hey! I really liked this song. I’m unable to post the link, but a song from my side is; Creep from Radiohead. Listen in case you haven’t.
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Wow!
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Thank you, Hector 🙂
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Thank YOU!
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Your poem certainly packs a punch!
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Thank you for kind words, ma’am.
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You never fail to amaze me !!! Brilliant 🙂
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Aw, Himali. Thank you! ❤
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Quite so. In the dead of the night, everybody is no one but themselves. 🙂
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Yes, very true. Thank you for reading 🙂
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Really Amazing Stuff! This blog is perfect in some many ways! 🙂
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Thank you very much for stopping by and reading and for such kind appreciation. 🙂
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Such haunting words, done so well
Love
B
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I tried to make it. Thank you, B 🙂
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All of us have a dark side, some manage to keep it hidden under the surface, some don’t. I’ve learned that instead of fighting it and torturing a part of our own psyche, it’s more helpful to accept it, understand it and channelize it. For me, art is a medium to express feelings i myself don’t understand. And once i can understand myself, others will too. Of course it needs a LOT of patience 🙂
Your work is awesome, especially this one. It has an authenticity that makes the reader empathize with the emotions behind. Thanks for sharing this. It got me thinking 🙂
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I agree with you completely. The dark and the melancholic sides of me are hidden beneath the words I write and I have learned to live it that way. I embrace them with words and let it rain until the cloud is left with no water.
I am very pleased to know that it made you wonder. Thank you for your kind appreciation and a wonderful comment 🙂
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“He gives voice to the aphonic cries of the blues” – lovely, K!
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Thank you, Christy! ^_^
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