a soft instrumental piece playing in the visibly ‘silent’ room ,
the smooth rythmic notes filling up the entire space,
with an effort to pacify the turbulence hovering within...
Music, holding greatest of meditative powers, can appease the entire world but when it comes to a tormented human mind, its spell too shrink.
the mind turned to a whirpool
a swirling storm inside
a quake deep down
has shaken ,razed,wretched all...brutally culminating in to a ‘collapse’
leaving it feel just numb and dumb
the soul pierced manifolds ,buried in the grave marked ‘depression’ ...
got dug so deep that no heavenly beauties can ever reach..
the senses , the sensations .. all feel stucked in the quicksand, struggling endlessly to escape.
the imprisoned soul is invariantly screaming but despairingly muted....
the loudest cry died the most painful death and herein
the hopelessness ‘shrouds’ all the entities that contains ‘life’
the exemplary music playing in the big ’ quiet’ room... frantically struggling to stop the ‘casket’ shut but a big fail..
got engulfed in the mourning itself, now sounding counter- affected
the instruments weeping in the background witnessing the ‘life’ drifting away from ‘life’!
the life devoid of life....
the ‘tornado’ driven away the smile on the lips,
shoved off the shine in the eyes,
broke down the rhythm in the feet,
frozen off the snapping of the fingers,
halted the pace in the walk,
strangled the gibe in the talk
the routine conversations means honking ,
the laughter in the group appears devilish,
the concerns shown are repelling,
the meetings turn out to be panicking,
the intrusive thoughts are distressing ,
a wise speech concluded as being snapped at,
an outing perceived as threat
the thoughts gone haywire
the feelings ambushed
the cognition crumpled
the fluttering heart and corroded head dying with each moment
everything on the verge of an ending
but nothing ends
not for day , not for weeks but for months
trapped and choked
ocean of life stopped
appeared to last forever but the twist in the tale is
it’s NOT for ever
the phoenix ... thats life
returns alive
the ocean that dries
filled from sky
the soul that withers
bloom again
the music when plays
rythm do change
the self that breathes
contains power to heal
Hi Monika. I am still trying to absorb this fully. But it is really very intensive. For me the lines "the mind turned to a whirpool
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a quake deep down
has shaken ,razed,wretched all...brutally culminating in to a ‘collapse’
leaving it feel just numb and dumb"
Are the ultimate example of the middle class human struggles. Trying to understand fully. But this is writing peice is not ordinary..
middle class struggles🤔🤔
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