In the mist of the widening gyre
the falconer cannot be tamed
worlds apart, the anguish cannot be hold;
mere anarchy is loosed upon my tongue
the dignity of a chaste girl is drowned
surely, some calamity is at hand;
u will live……yes,
u will live so long
to face the wages of lust
cries- the desert sand;
Why must u defile a woman because of lust?
for making me carry your burden of misconduct;
u shall see your destiny but u will not behold it
let not my words sound as though I have water in my mouth
For out of that one treacherous act;
a seed was made………
one which couldn’t stand the space of time
that which was cut off so swiftly
the indignant desert bird just couldn’t found its origin
or trace its linage;
and on that same fateful moony day, I recall……….
a curse was spelt;
for the cradle of it still rocks in my brain distillery
and for every dream u crushed
on the purity of that miserable pruned soul;
may a prize be rewarded to u for the defilement of lust
hardly are these words out;
yeh, let no such sin go unpunished
such despicable…corruptible…contemptible impediment
must receive a sanction as retribution for transgression
and as the hem of my heart sigh in pain,
so shall my cough be heard with great intensity
Such arrogance, so unforgettable!
this may be her past but to preach to the present
is what she chose to embrace
what more is there to live for?
And at the nexus of her distress, she aired her last punching words….
in default codes, she bitterly exclaimed;
u will……………yes, u will never know peace
for causing me so much pain, let no stone in your life be left unturned
but just in the mist of pitiless glare;
a tin soft voice flapped through her auditory ear
like a force majeure;
it murmura(French translation of whispered)
why send yourself on a guilt trip?
why cut what u can untie?
take your emotions and pain into your hands
instead of anxiety, let hope be built
Suddenly, a relief of calmness meander through her marrow bones
falling to her knees, she made a confession
I am too tired to stand…..too tired to cry……too fired to fight
no more will I run into my past
for it will only mar the illusion of going back into time to change the outcome;
this is the hour to block the pain, embrace the shame
and accept it as part of the journey to one’s destiny
flashes of sorrows, guilt, fears…all bottled inside
tis’ time to fall beneath the cross of Freedom
for someday, the sun will die and everything on earth will freeze
To this effect, I hold back my words………all of it.
Once be defiled? Let go of the pain- “one could do worse than be a swinger of birches” says, Robert Frost in blessed memories! Before, life can be so empty for me when I wake up knowing I have nothing to look forward to. At a point, I felt very depressed, stressed and my life was at a standstill. But when Christ became the center of my life, I breath the second coming of hope. It will pay u nothing to lose but everything to gain if u learn to let go. Forgiveness, they say, frees the soul and leaves it at peace. Be Challenged! Be Motivated! Be Inspired! It’s my prayer that, this poem will find a way to talk to your heart. With faith in God and dust on my feet, I journey the writer’s path!