Eye of The Storm
Reminiscing the days gone by,
When I waltzed,
Brushing gently through their hair,
Ruffled a few feathers albeit with care,
Pulled a few pranks at the leaves,
Pranked with a dusty layer.
I glazed through the glistening,
meandering rivers,
Flew through hamlets, bringing cheers.
Transcending through the trees,
I passed gently as a breeze.
Befriending the birds, enjoying their chirps,
I played with the kites, scaling new heights.
Going past the doors ajar,
I breathe through the windows at the tired hour.
Swept the sweat, caressing people to sleep,
I set the sails of a waiting ship.
What’s gotten into me, I don’t know.
I feel the difference, as my powers grow.
I gain in strength, lose in subtlety,
Add some features, hitherto unknown.
What are these pressures, internal and external,
Which have stirred the pot,
And made me something I am not?
Looking at my image
In the mirroring lake,
I try to see past the daze,
And pause for a take.
I see many things, but myself, and I gasp:
What a wreck!
Laden with scrapes and plastic,
I feel heavy from within,
An embodiment of a less familiar thing.
What’s left of me and what have I become?
Gone are the days,
When my soul was clean,
And my conscience clear.
Now it looks different shades of grey,
With conundrums of a maze,
And confusions of a haze.
I walk down the green fields,
longing an embrace.
What I am left with,
Are destruction and disgrace,
Engulfed in a deadly swirl,
I see leaves twirl,
Roots seem uprooted,
as my memories unfurl.
Skies turn morose watching the disturbance,
As everything falls apart in my circumference.
Is there something,
To put me out of my misery,
And erase my 'not so proud' history?
I will have to break myself over the shore,
To forgive and forget 'myself of the yore’,
To regain my soul and original form.
I am the eye of the storm.
posted by vagrant_vikas @ 4:58 PM
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