Tuesday, March 10, 2009

From Dusk to Ashes

Jeff : I have been wondering was it worth all the hardwork , money and fame
Silence : Your life is worth everything. You are an asset to your country. You are an 'expendable' asset.

. . . . .

He sits on his couch after a day of dedication
Smokes a cigarette his constant medication
The fading sunlight filters through the window
And falls on his hands like a discolored rainbow

He shuts his eyes just to see something worth
Inside his memories till the moment from his birth
Asking a question to a soul that is departed
Exhaling his demise from every silent puff

From rags to riches he has conquered the world
With nothingness inside , a cold story unfurled
He silently griefs for the end of an innocent child
Long lost in the woods of a lost paradise

In the midst of sorrow lies an abyss of dark void
Dreams of tomorrow dies through a misplaced tabloid
Gold street lights glows what seems an empty night
Contorting visions of a crown less knight

A malignant fall on the highest peak of his of might
Encumbered throughout by disbelief in whats right
With no one to share and not much to gain
The sound of the truth by a voice rendered quite

The tears have dried beneath the rubble of desires
Like a sweet drug of solace that swiftly expires
Clinging to the memories his eyes slowly opens
To embrace a life on a fountain of quagmires

. . . . .

7 comments:

Sauron said...

That's a nicely written piece. Hoping to read more from you soon. :)

Ragpicker said...

Thank you for your kind feedback !

nan said...

Asking a question to a soul that is departed
Exhaling his demise from every silent puff

These verses are yet another epitome of the your mastermind ;)
I can interpret the word 'soul' here in two different ways, one -> the protagonist's soul, other -> the cigar's
(plz do pardon my poor skills of comprehension for there is every possibility for them to convey an altogether different meaning :P )
And then that tinge of nothingness sprinkled all over the write.
Loved it .
Loved it to the core.

Satans Darling™ said...

I am still in the after effect of reading a-Void. So you are free to avoid my comments :P

I can feel the void inside the man's life... Long gone are the days where he used to run around with the wind in his hair and the sand in his feet... Now there is just vacuum, which has dried up his tears, shortened his smile, and hardened his heart, while he walks into his world of quagmires...

I loved it!

Ragpicker said...

@ nan : I wont pardon your poor skills of comprehension. You shall be punished for this. You are in contempt of violating the Ragpicker poem. And the punishment is "You have to keep sending your heartfelt feedback on my poems till your fingers resist instructions from your heart". :D

@ ashrita : You have correctly stated about the void in a man's life. However this poem adds something more to the void of life. Its about the insignificance of someone's life on this earth.

"From rags to riches he has conquered the world
With nothingness inside , a cold story unfurled"

No matter how much successful we become in our professional lives , the addition of success becomes directly proportional to the addition of fake people, cold smiles and absence of true love around us.

Thanks :)

nan said...

Rag ;)
Awrite I obey you :P

Ragpicker said...

Thou shall be blessed ! :P