The sky is painted black and blue,
Would you notice,had I given you reason not to?
Are you afraid of the sound you hear?
The melody that ties the mist to the apocryphal tapping of the horse's hoof.
Let not the lady apostate leer.
The frozen lake,
Step on it not,
For deep inside lay my husband,dead,amongst many a broken thought.
Relegated to a minion of regret,
Succint was not the intention,so suffused was I with anger.
These sons of mine,beget;
Pain, amidst others.
I have seen enough pain for a woman you,
Let not I fool you to be strong;
For when disrobed,I shall disprove.
Let not the light of anger blind you,
For a step mistook,
the rewards,unforgiving and few.
For somewhere in that savage heart,
lay a scrawl,
written solely for a woman's lonely start.
For it is a truth the Gods hath writ,
"Every woman shall start out lonely,"
"The slender love of a man a few shall see,
The others,minstrels of peaceful regret."
I saw none.
The deep echo of the violins rebuke reason.
This isn't the winter,
For it is here,where there ain't no season;
Only gloom.
Make no way for that deep seated anger,
For in its place,
hope shall light and love shall bloom.
Listen to my old voice,
And sense the betrayal.
For it was I who killed my groom.
If you see the sadness in my eyes,
Blame it on the unrelenting harlot.
Make no room for anger,my child.
Make no room.
A cheated woman may learn to love again.
The frozen heart will thaw with time.
But whence you murder a man,
You murder another woman's dream.
And the wasted sighs reverbate a million times.
Fade into obscurity.
Make no room for murder,my child,
Make no room.
..I search no epithet for this feel.
With her soliloquy coming to an end;
I hunt for my shadow,
And wait for my heal.
p.s- This is what Macbeth does to you.
p.p.s- This is for all those who feel this blog is just about teenage fluff.It is about writing.
Partly inspired by the Evanescence song you are hearing,just about now.
9 comments:
That's totally Macbeth-ish and awe inspiring. I can never write anything like this. Applause :)
If you thought up the entire poem, this is ridiculously good.
It should be published.
P.S. Hello is a beautiful song... just wondering how this inspired you, because Amy wrote it on the death of her sister.
\Shakespeare/
\Amy Lee/
\AD/
Destiny's child- Sure you can :) Thank you.Dang Magabiyatch !(which is a cooler name for macbeth)
:D
Tin girl- Bwahaha! Published? This is way too amateurish.Embryonic?
I don't know why that song.
her voice is so frozen,rigid and beautiful.
And the violin in the middle.
"The deep echo of the violins rebuke reason.
This isn't the winter,
For it is here,where there ain't no season;
Only gloom. "
Limpidus - \morbid/
\pan beedi/
Okay I have no idea why I wrote that :D
"I search no epithet for this feel.
With her soliloquy coming to an end;
I hunt for my shadow,
And wait for my heal."
The ending's the best part.
Yet another masterpiece. I read it again and again. The last lines haunts!
This is rich with pain, regret, and ghosts. You have really tapped into an atmosphere and ache with this poem. Loved this line in particular:
The melody that ties the mist to the apocryphal tapping of the horse's hoof
Very evocative. So glad we've met, Adrita. :)
Tamaring- Thanks :) I liked the last line too.There's a deeper meaning to it.Its funny because I wrote the last lines first and then wrote the monologue backwards.
Sarah- Wait how did you know my name?
Thanks a bunch.
And when is your book releasing in India?
Tamarind*
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