Seasons
Seasons change and rightly so, but do you watch the colors dance and sing? Do you watch how they fade and bring… New life?
How you crawl behind those showers, stars they die when you strife?
How you let yourself believe there’s no hope for hope. Or love beyond the cries of the night. So much clamor for hate!
The drums at night stifles silence so blind, it wreaks of love so dishonest and dry. Drape in hope is my shunned envelope of faith.
I take turns burning up and getting colder. Getting older. Morphing into a new being, I didn’t know lived within. Inside out.
Do you feel the walls cave in and the house burn, the dead weight shoulders propped? Lost in the ashes, thinking aloud?
And you wonder what saved you? Why was salvation granted to a wretch? May be all the glory is in endurance of love and ache.
For ache I do, head held high. The flag burns brighter and salvation left to pry. Define me in my rhythm of my own forgotten wake.
Wash me down in the waters of shame.
I burn in boats of blames and games.
~ By Varun Chakravarty & Mitchelle Rozario Jansen
Author’s note:
With my co-authors permission I’m adding this poem to as my 15th Contribution to NaPoWriMo even though this is yet another amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. Hope you guys like this effort. Cheers!
Checkout Varun’s other works on http://stateofmaroon.wordpress.com/
Gosh slowly slowly you write all that I feel.
I somehow had one of those sleepless nights yesterday and I read this today. Sigh.
Beautiful.
April 19, 2013 at 3:35 pm
**Hugs**
What we go through is so much more easier to pen down. Yet so difficult at times.
April 19, 2013 at 8:08 pm