Monday, December 21, 2015

Black and white


Mild pressure on those keys
black and white music
strings on freeze
A gentle touch 
and notes get life
No rules, no diction
yet a pattern
to survive
and heart craves
for new melodies
desires old remedies
imagines sudden meets
carves shade from heat
yet the waltz goes on
Black and white
mind n pawns
Pain of sensations
momentary hallucinations
joy of nostalgia
escaped inertia
Its running wild! 
This spoiled child.
Hold him. control him.
Aah! The music is bright.
But he died in fight.
There lies
silence of his ashes.
The corpse of surprise
here lies.
He won't sing.
He won't have any ring.
He is free.
As free as a white cloud
gently sweeping over seen
silently passing through unseen.
They keys keep playing
Black n white 
Black and white.
But the child is in trance
away from light
in misty night
in shades of grey 
it now lives
trying to seek his entity
in windy jinx
Flight of freedom
wings to smile
are all burned
in black n white pearls
that his mother wears
when she thinks of that smile
that she had born long back
at the birth of her child.
But the child is no more
it was always a monster.
But to that mother
he was untouched
he was always her cloister.
He was her window
from inner closed attics
to world of extravagance
He was her heart
through him
she used to survive.
But the mother is alive
maybe to survive
only to think of her child
and his golden smile.
Black n white
the circle goes
black n white
the picture of child
aah! if only
it could have captured
the colors of his
when he was alive
but the keys play on
death of the child
song not so nice.
And yet the mother waltz
thinking of her child
and the fact 
that he loved to smile.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

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