(Keyboard INTRO)
(Guitar + Strings begin)
(Drums begin)
This is how my story
Goes
My life in silence
My loneliness asks me
The reason behind
This suicide
A scene from my
Memory speaks
In the words of my silence
The pain blossoms again
And, tells me again
The bouquet of roses
Have fallen down
The withering roses
Shades my soul now
And, I am breathing
Fast
Yes, this is how my story
Goes
Lost in the fog without a trace
Fear develops
Within me
And, it tells me again
The bouquet of roses
Have fallen down
The withering roses
Shades my soul now
I stand here holding the candle. It shines. But, it also melts away. The wax hurts my palm, but I smile. It stops shining. And, you cannot see me smile. But, I am still smiling. There is no one now. It is just that you cannot see anyone now. I am still here. Feelings peeled away. Only my heartbeat announces my existence. My life, I live. If I live it for someone who makes it worth living, I’d be happier. I’d be stitched back to myself. Every story has an ending. But, this is life. Here, every ending is a new beginning. For now, I am fractured. But, I am breathing, slowly.
(Guitar SOLO)
And, now,
There’s no one with me
But, then
Why do I feel someone is close to me?
Caught in the knots of words
I once meant
I still mean them
I need to break free
To catch my breath
But, I don’t want to
Still, my life wishes to live
This bouquet of thorns
This forest of memories
Cannot see the sun
I live between the stings
Of my memories
I pick my scenes
From the thorns of memories
I look for myself within
My crashing dreams
The shadow from the withered tree
Shades me now
And, I am breathing
Or, am I?
Photo and Effect by Ajey Padival
Copyright © Ajey Padival 2009-2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61-434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com)
6 responses:
I am not gonna write anything here as usual .. you always leave me speechless .. At times i relate to this , and i feel for the person, and as much as i want him to find a ray of hope, i know he might not ! Whoa ! this was emotional treat !! LOved the prose in between a bit too much :)
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awesome poetry.
keep it up ..
welcome join JP this Sunday for week 14 potluck poetry.
Being alive is better than the alternative. The deep feelings you put into your writing is so strong and vibrant.
AJ, I enjoyed your words here. You weave a wonderful story of being fractured and alone. Sad and beautiful.
I am thinking, we are all fractured in some way and the way you have told such here, I like. Especially the 'spoken words'? inbetween.
I was speechless with this one...as it spoke a lot...Ah the sting of memories....so true they leave us fractured so many times...loved it :)
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