Poems turned in prose
I lost my gleaming aura
Sunken in black-hole !
Even if it hits you, you feel no pain.
Rather you flow with its rhythm…
And the world thinks you are insane….
Poetry and music, two art forms… possessed by some, understood by all. But, what if an artist, a writer loses creativity?
Losing one’s artistry is being severed from your soul. When your heart brims with emotions but desist to express, a part of your being dies. The essence of art perishes in your heart. And, who else than an artist know that a perished heart never beats in rhythm.
It’s the agony of a lyrical life turning elegiac, a poetic self being prosaic, music becoming mum.
You can understand this emotion only if you have faced it ever. But, trust me, it’s not the end. Life reinforces you with its lost finesse, again. It tunes dissonant cords, sweetens the clamor.
Wish, no one would ever have to sacrifice their creative self.
My haiku portrays the very same emotions of loss and hankering… It’s meant to shoot from the hip and to pump more blood to your heart, harsh enough to make it beat faster…. indoctrinated enough to make you emote and express. May the 5-7-5 syllable count of my miniscule verse beat in unanimous rhythms and pour from your pen into new rhymes, again!
You are that who make this world of robots tick. It’s you who preserve the sanity of all those tickling machines. So, let your creativity flicker amidst the debris of this phlegmatic world. Let hope be alive..
Hope never dies. It shimmers in the silver lining around the dark clouds. It travels with the light onto the event horizon. It smoulders like a firewall even around a black hole. It remains in the quanta of life. Hope survives. It’s life…
Heil the Writer! Garner your broken pieces, gather your words, tune them back to life and sing your heart out… Return to your primitive self. Your songs are what we need to break the cacophony of this world.
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Beautiful Haiku and the write is awesome, its really painful when an artist loses creativity, being attached with several creative fields i can relate with it very deeply coz sometime i have faced such mental agony.