Wet

When you stop perceiving because you can't anymore.

The scream went unheard in the dark of night.

From where the tolling of bells was heard the most,

deafening me to any other hymn or chorus, all but the one,

I lie waiting.

The idea was not discarded without a trial,

from my mind that bore the fruits of my sparkling despair.

And I pondered, like a primal hunter,

like a chief militant,

like the Pope in his hat:

If there had to be a cacophony more explicit,

a rhythm more bizarre, than this, which tripped me on occasions,

I would go daft and pull my hair off.

And yet, I wouldn't be the source of as much chaos,

as the Rain.

This rain had engulfed all I lay my eyes on.

This rain had drenched and pulverized,

drenched the seekers and the phobics of moisture alike;

pulverized the soft dirt that mountains now stripped to stone, bore

in a fashion resembling the pride of adorned jewelry.

Begged of me, my vision, assisted by my bloodshot eyes,

to grasp a steady pattern,

and a hopeless aspirer became of me,

as I would dream of studying music belonging to the rain,

and yet, break down upon the manner in which it astonished.

Home stopped calling out to me.

I was deaf.

I was engulfed.

I was spat out.

I was made to run.

I was made to brave.

I was made to rest in the cradle I conjured of imagination,

instead of the cold stone that in reality, kissed my skin, the kiss of an ice demon.

And that is how I was lost.

To be found in a story,

in a figment of the imagination,

as a cube of ice that had melted,

or water that was never ice.

I was lost.

To be never sought after,

to be mourned in silent denial.

And then there was silence.

Apparently, the rain had been rambling far too long.

Reviews

[Randolph]

Well then. That was fantastic. Thank you so much.

[Arnab Gupta]

It pleases me that you loved it.

[¿]

"As a cube of ice that had melted, or water that was never ice"
This like has something that compelled me to think!!
The little title of the poem digs it too deep.

[Arnab Gupta]

Yes, you know what they say
"Short title, massive poem"