• erinearnshaw 9w

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    MUSINGS OF A BROKEN CAPTIVE

    A QUESTION

    A voice said, look me in the stars
    And tell me truly,
    Men of earth,
    If all the soul-and-body scars
    Were not too much
    To pay for birth.
    ~ Robert Frost



    Winds rustling the leaves, leaves kissed by autumn kissing the earth;
    why...
    Its just this why that shouldn't matter and yet is beheld in my eyes my brain my senses... Etched against desires, a-freshened again and again, everytime and yet unanswered...

    Why are ya doing this to me, why are ya doing this to her to us to thyself, why? Is it not naive that to quench a momentary burst of passion ya tumult the whole of us, our worlds, of her and me,
    Is it not naive to behold onto what's beyond repair, just for the sake of bloodlines and traditions...
    Is it not naive, to let ya wash our footsteps in ur wake for ur love of a couple of unharboured waves when our feet are all cut and swollen... Eyes blurred not with tears but with smoke of our living souls set to horrendous fires,

    What is it if it's not naive, that the small but dominant 'us', locked behind the transient existences of smaller individualities, is yet being pushed further towards the to-be untimely gravestones, not yours
    But ours,
    hers and mine....
    Not yet naive enough for you, is it...
    Not yet appeased, are ya...
    not yet done with sating those irregular pulses of your esteemed pride...
    not yet done are you? Coz what are crushed hearts as long as the castle stands tall and mighty.... isn't it?

    Tell me this, will ya, for once face the ferocity of my eyes, a gift from ya, and tell me what did ya conquer.....

    A regime of shaking walls in the name of relations,
    or rusted chandeliers of emotions and faiths...

    Wasn't it naive enough to hurt again and again till ya ruined us,
    and then to wait for us to heal everytime and return us to the chains.... the chains where we bled under your gaze and ya just stood there watching....
    Did it really never bother ya...
    Were our screams so inaudible,
    Our tears so transparent,
    Our pain so subtle,
    Our hearts so cold...
    Maybe they were...
    I see its a bit too late now, for ye still won't reckon the thirst behind these questions
    But darling, it was nothing but naive,
    Coz humans, couldn't be made dogs in their faith,
    Coz fire couldn't be cut into pollens...
    Coz dust cannot stay down in storms...
    Coz bloodlines, can't exchange their doom...
    Coz trust, can't live in dead hearts...
    Coz love doesn't breathe in court rooms...
    Coz spring doesn't make the autumn bloom ..

    It was nothing, but naive, to kill a child's innocence for sating your passion...
    and now with your castle walls turning cold, the hearts ya caged are turning cold as well...

    Tell me, how do ya cage a captive not scared of been broken or cut or ripped any further behind the bars bound to fall off on their own...

    Tell me how do ya plan to escape a fate, your fate, a truth, yours and mine, crafted by your own hands, inevitable and not so pleasant...

    How do ya find the audacity to look into that reflection and not flinch from those eyes?

    And at last, How do you find your mess worthwhile?

    Winds rustle still the same with us today and without us somewhere in a certain tomorrow...
    Spring is on its way, roses will bloom, cages will fall and so shalt yiur castle and our chains....
    May then in the reminiscences of your wake, some rose make ya smile, and in earth again the little of our 'us', rest, peacefully, coz I don't feel in my bones that there is anymore of mine in you or you in me breathing...
    My spring, won't be spring until the wind screams of merry sunrises and sunsets of freedom, with you or without you,
    my spring will blossom, on its time, its destined, I have faith, I believe, sooner or later, the skies and the earth will bloom with the spring of mine...

    Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin.(david)
    Coz hitherto far ye hath come, but no more.(job)


    ©erinearnshaw