Flashback
ESCAPE
Eternity flits by unmindful
And I toil away at my forge.
Links I have made, searing of spiteful
Chains which entwine me, they are my scourge.
Words I have failed to utter
take form on an anvil of anguish,
Deeds not done by hands in torpor
Are hammered into irons in ironic haste, at nones wish.
Fictions and fancies form my fetters,
Titillating thoughts that teased at a time
torture and singe incessant, tatters
remain now, of dilapidated dreams, once sublime.
Tired I pause and shifting weary limbs
I try to redeem long forgotten dreams.
Alas, losing myself in shadows
I stumble, blind to all but my chains.
Rage floods every sinew, body ablaze
I writhe and strain to break my bonds
to say and make right what has long gone stale.
Pain numbs me to reality, old scars and new wounds.
Drained, I close tearful eyes and retreat,
My body ceases to burn and my bonds break,
I fly to a world of no wrong or defeat
Have your world, I'm free here, I'm awake.
And I toil away at my forge.
Links I have made, searing of spiteful
Chains which entwine me, they are my scourge.
Words I have failed to utter
take form on an anvil of anguish,
Deeds not done by hands in torpor
Are hammered into irons in ironic haste, at nones wish.
Fictions and fancies form my fetters,
Titillating thoughts that teased at a time
torture and singe incessant, tatters
remain now, of dilapidated dreams, once sublime.
Tired I pause and shifting weary limbs
I try to redeem long forgotten dreams.
Alas, losing myself in shadows
I stumble, blind to all but my chains.
Rage floods every sinew, body ablaze
I writhe and strain to break my bonds
to say and make right what has long gone stale.
Pain numbs me to reality, old scars and new wounds.
Drained, I close tearful eyes and retreat,
My body ceases to burn and my bonds break,
I fly to a world of no wrong or defeat
Have your world, I'm free here, I'm awake.
In case any one is wondering what the above is about- its a poem I wrote quite a long time back. Back then I nourished the notion that I was capable of versification and was interested in and prone to testing myself in this regard, my only impediment being my congenital laziness. So I was given this task for getting an article/poem for the college magazine, and being a junior executive who did not do much work it was the least I could do. I set to work, locking myself in the empty room opposite mine. I thought for about 2 to 3 hrs and ground out what you see above. For any one who is clueless about the theme - this verse expresses a bit of my depressive state of affairs at that time. I did feel the emotional equivalent of the pain expressed by the man forging his own chains described in the poem for various reasons which I will not disclose. Read, Enjoy if you can. Feedback will be welcome if positive : ).
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