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The Memento

Lying beneath the sultry water of my desires

Ripping apart the golden chains of slavery  

There is a story each fragment of my heart cries

waiting to be heard, waiting to be written….

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The broken edges of trust denied her existence

The love kindled in this volcanic heart became ashes

My Soul was trapped in the cages of your charm

punished for a mistake that cannot be fixed…

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Our tale of fondness will be told and re-told for years long

Sung by soulful musicians and painted by solitary poets 

They’ll say the love was strong but it lost to scepticism

while I sulk to the broken chords and melody of our song

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The Sun never rise, the moon never looks beautiful

I wander aimlessly in the woods hiding from the light

Because darkness is my home and i am slave to sadness

Broken trees, falling branches and the last leaf on my tree

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The smoke from this body is lost in an unknown crowd 

In busy morgue It gazes at the people walking not my own

This lifeless body is lying in the corner of an unknown space 

Decomposed to a trash looked by all, owned by none…

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My final tunes of piano will echo in this lifeless world

I shall rise from the dead and travel to where you live free

I shall meet you in your dreams and plant an idea safely

That loneliness kills you and soon you shall be no more….

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My words found a voice today. And by voice I mean an amazing and an Incredible voice. Thank You @aaliznat. Listen to the recitation of the above post here: http://soundcloud.com/tanzila/memento-by-ankit-sharma


That Silent Song

The nights were dark, yet a ray of hope lit my lamp of imagination
The days were short, yet the suffering was longer in my narration
The evenings were cold, yet I craved for warmth of love after negation
My life was a wreck, my work devoid of any recognition from my friends.
 
 
I influenced from the poets of the fall who wrote sonnets on love & purity
I understood from the painters of the past who painted with intensity
I meditated on the preaching’s of the saints who practiced virtue & sanctity
My inspiration has risen, from great men whose words define their sanity.
 
 
Under the dark depths of my soul was laid, an inception of a silent song
A song, which required the sense of a loner and an art I learnt to Understand.
Take me away to a lush green forests or an open field to sing a lullaby
Where there be no human but green trees and silent valley to listen to it.
 
 
I stand there at the vertex of nature like a preacher passing all my learning’s
I stand there and wait, for the nature to applause with an embrace of cold air
The cold innocent fresh air announcing in high the joy my song brought them
I am thankful O nature, for you understood what my friends could never.
 
 
The poet in me thanks the nature for being the biggest reason for elation
The Painter in me thanks the nature for being the canvas of my revelation
The preacher in me thanks the nature for being the true source of inspiration
My soul thanks the nature for bringing a sense of comfort to its restlessness.