I write in layers..that's how I see the world..
Like the movie Inception.. Worlds within words..
There exist many
U may come across one or two..
that others may never see..
Whatever you feel remember, is a reflection of the world you feel..
I took this pic from the rear end of the statue
This is what I heard..what the ear felt.
“I listened to you
You blared your cacophony at me
I pleaded you to stop
You hurt me. I twitched.
I shrivelled and you didn’t stop
You shred my cloak of sanity
I shrieked. I cried. I almost died..
And Then I could hear nothing
Here I am.
“I listened to you
You blared your cacophony at me
I pleaded you to stop
You hurt me. I twitched.
I shrivelled and you didn’t stop
You shred my cloak of sanity
I shrieked. I cried. I almost died..
And Then I could hear nothing
Here I am.
All me. Bare.
Nothing to hide.
Nowhere to go, but here.
I turn my back
And you ridicule me.
Mock me.
Screeching loud that I am a blotch on your face
My whiteness blinds you
You try hard to erase me..
Cloak me in your dirt that you are..
Except that you can’t
No matter how hard you try
You can’t stain me..
It isn’t matter anymore..
All that remains...is just light”
And you ridicule me.
Mock me.
Screeching loud that I am a blotch on your face
My whiteness blinds you
You try hard to erase me..
Cloak me in your dirt that you are..
Except that you can’t
No matter how hard you try
You can’t stain me..
It isn’t matter anymore..
All that remains...is just light”
Comments
Princess Dear, Aptly put.. Our Soul is our Own, and no one can own it than us :D
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Richa
I loved your poem. :)