Sunday, March 22, 2009

Mytherion

















New aspirations joins this earth
blindly descends towards a school
where bitter thoughts take birth
by the vice teachings of the fools

the barren drifts of the day
and swallow mansion of inability
to understand the life's astray
this morning sneers invisibility

In the everglades of delusions
I burn the candle of splendor
But the school has its own conclusions
what a cadaverous surrender

I dig through pagan symbols
Just to find remnants of serenity
To my utter disgrace it resembles
that same mansion of inability

Our mystery permeates the wax
The candle stands opposed
Enslaves the world with such facts
our failures have juxtaposed

The wind of atrophy is never felt
As it ignites the fire of convictions
So I search for light on orion's belt
This planet feeds on false predictions

This morning has nothing to claim
My silence suffers the wrath
So here comes another night of pain
Engulfing with all that we lack

The journey man smiles at me
Pointing fingers at my daily facade
This mind is a lifeless tree
This heart has begin to fade

So I embrace the painful night
But the candle never stops
May be someday I'll reach the light
May be oneday I'll feel the raindrops

7 comments:

Satans Darling™ said...

What I love the best about this poem is the way it ends. Another masterpiece!

And the poem is so true... Lovely work!

Ragpicker said...

Thanks for sharing your insight on this poem. I'm always glad to get such a intuitive reading from your side.

:)

Lunatic.... said...

the end...is always so magical..I am REALLY impressed by your work!! you are so talented!!

Ragpicker said...

the end begins here .. thats what I always say to myself before I write any poem ....thanks a lot for your feedback ..

P.S : I ve been through your blog and you seem to be equally talented too.

Cheers ! :)

nan said...

New aspirations joins this earth
blindly descends towards a school
where bitter thoughts take birth
by the vice teachings of the fools

Sarcasm is so evident. Wit concealed through and through.
The subsequent paragraphs are full of loss and pain.

The journey man smiles at me
Pointing fingers at my daily facade
This mind is a lifeless tree
This heart has begin to fade

Yet again, a state of helplessness. So I gather this phase is inevitable for every human being since I had visualized something similar at least a dozen times in life.

So I embrace the painful night
But the candle never stops
May be someday I'll reach the light
May be oneday I'll feel the raindrops

The yearning. Trust me it cannot be depicted any better.

Ragpicker said...

You are correct. This is the reason why its called Mytherion (Myth + erion) or (My + Therion) which means My Theory of Myth.

Basically in the conversation in Therion you pointed out correctly that not to surrender onself to the night is not that simple which silence puts it so easily.

As such Evan speaks this piece of poem to his silence where the victory of the eternal battle inside him is merely a metaphor and nothing more. Its a myth in a nutshell.

Thanks for your wonderful insight on my work. :)

nan said...

And guess what, the poem is even more astounding after that explanation of yours. True class ! !