The echo of centuries-
screams of a tortured mind
reverberate through the souls
of a thousand lives.
The sitar strings vibrate
the ecstatic harmony beckons
life surging though them.
In assertion of existence
the sounds drip slowly through
seeping into the pores
of a clairvoyant history.
And the ghosts in the walls
polish their stifled voices
to speak their stories
Memories ooze through cracks
and are trapped in cobwebs.
Truth hides in dark corners
and seeks hellish deliverance.
Vijayalakshmi.R.
12/11/06
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
The echo of centuries-
screams of a tortured mind
reverberate through the souls
of a thousand lives.
The sitar strings vibrate
the ecstatic harmony beckons
life surging though them.
In assertion of existence
the sounds drip slowly through
seeping into the pores
of a clairvoyant history.
And the ghosts in the walls
polish their stifled voices
to speak their stories
Memories ooze through cracks
and are trapped in cobwebs.
Truth hides in dark corners
and seeks hellish deliverance.
Vijayalakshmi.R.
12/11/06
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Happy Halloween!
This an old, old poem, written by me in 2006.
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