It was a rare
moment,
a melting
away of the past;
like dirty,
bitter snow,
the prison
dissolved;
Its cold
chains breaking
to release
something shrivelled up,
something
still somewhat alive;
Enraptured,
it crashed into a mirror
and broke
into a thousand pieces,
which echoed
every drop of blood,
and each
wasted sigh;
It was a rare
moment
of painted
beauty;
a canvas of a
well-thought
game of
deceit.
And so it
continued–
Another
prison was made
with coloured
powder this time;
Scarlet,
yellow and green:
Disguised. Beloved.
© Geetakshi Arora
January 26, 2014
I love this one so much Geetakshi! It has so much depth and fatalism to it, that one can only exchange one prison for another and that the chains that bind and imprison are forever.
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
DeleteYes, I think liberation lies only in the interstitial spaces between prisons..always temporary. At least, that is the conclusion I draw from all that is happening.
Thanks for reading :)
When delusions break it's excruciating to face the reality. Loved it Geet :)
DeleteThat's why we create newer delusions, isn't it? And disguise old delusions in new clothes :D
DeleteThanks Doods! <3