Reverberating ResonancesA Poem by Bhumi Motwania poem which describes the internal torture of a soul now put to peace.The dark was inviting, My eternal sleep awaiting For my bed couldn’t stay for long emptied of its rightful owner, My bed of thorns and the time for it was closer. Death, near at hand, I could feel it all this while. In a way I had given up to the seductive criminal, No options left to me, just to close those fragile cowards and act petrified. Unfathomable, unreal; yet not so different nor unfamiliar. Reach out, slowly, And now the sharp life taker was close Wish those marbles showed some fear but not, Enjoyed the bitter pleasure. My bed covered with blood, And the thorns cut my skin even deeper. His hands tried to release me from the closing in Death but I choose the better of the two; And took to Death, Fearlessly.
The pain will slowly subside and I will be in a better place, The moon overhead then, Throwing ghastly shadows on my place of self destruction. The darkness more inviting, The pain surely reigning. There seemed to be a ray of light, But I didn’t put up a fight. Forsaken everything, now I had nothing to fight for anymore. Blood dripped from my holy temple, And the lilt of music slowly decreased; along with it did the dancing cease.
I could hear my name been shouted out from somewhere near, By someone dear, But it didn’t matter ‘cause this was not something I feared. Minutes turned into hours, And days into years. I still remember the sweet pain I put myself into, For it was not worse than my internal torture.
And now in my grave I rest, A well deserved rest, Away from happiness or pain, Not worried to be loved or for position, For I had become one of those many who gave in to the courteous Death and welcomed his chariot.
On my grave were the words inscribed Probably in gold, “The rest is peace.” © 2013 Bhumi MotwaniReviews
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Added on June 28, 2013Last Updated on June 28, 2013 AuthorBhumi MotwaniBangalore, IndiaAboutAn eighteen year old striving for perfection and balance in every field. more..Writing
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