They trampled it under their heavy spiked boots
with a vengeance weighed against wads of notes.
They jabbed at it viciously with naked hatred
lurking in the safe recesses of their goggles-clad eyes;
eyes snug and secure in not-seeing and shadows.
Their cold metal fingers pierced at it wildly
while imprecations rained on it
“his goddam fucking heart”-they called it.
It was a little red music box.
Quaint shaped.
Small as a fist.
It sang of love
Unwavering, undying love
and danced too
to its own rhythm.
It took a battery of armed mercenary
to quieten that little music box
and bury the songs it sang.
Battering it to an eerie silence
they heaved cold sighs of relief
“his goddam fucking heart has stopped”
till she lifted her wide-brimmed eyes
and they read the words
poised calmly in the single film of tear
“it was my heart you stopped
and my song you buried”
They pulled back the goggles in place,
the lord and his henchmen
and retreated to their safe world
of shadows and not-seeing.
Unwavering, undying love-songs
reverberate in the plain once again.
P.S-I have used words here I strongly refrain from using in my real life. Not snobbery or anything...I apologise to those of my friends who find these words crude. The poem is dedicated to Rizwanur and Priyanka's love.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
The saga of the music box.
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"and retreated to their safe world
of shadows and not-seeing..."
safe.and sound. as always.
and after a while noone will remember the little red music box anymore.
p.s.
i have added a link to this post from my blog.
Have quoted the entire poem (along with another written by me) and thanked you without your permission [;)] here!
Thanks Sohini, its beautiful...
"The poem is dedicated to Rizwanur and Priyanka's love."
You didn't really need to mention that sweets. We know, and we understand.
This one is a gem. Really.
So concrete, yet so smooth...Touching.
Real gem :). Maintain this.
wonderful poem :)
Nice poetry. :)
Yes,UgI.english.
It touched my heart. Kudos to you for such a beautiful poem.
This incident is a clear example of Marx’s theory of State & bureaucracy which says that the state & bureaucratic system acts according to the needs & wishes of those owning the means of production. Damn it!
Hope nobody has to be a martyr for love like him. Hope there will be no more power play where true love is concerned. Hope society will soon evolve from the capitalist stage to the socialist stage where there will be absence of ‘class’ system. Hope there will be justice.
this is too beautiful...and hopefully this is for all those out there most of em we r not even aware of.....
@soliloquist-yes.even we will forget.sad. but that's life.
@life's elsewhere-thank you so much sir.
@jadis-thank you girl.:-)
@ashu-thanks ashu
@shreya-thank you.:-)
@indra- thank you.
@sree-yes let's hope so.
@darkling-thank you dear.
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