A heart

A heart

A ballad I sing to you today,

Of misery, grief, pain and tears,

About life.. and about death..

....

With its heavy flapping wings of grey,

Fear covered the world to darkness infinite

Ignominious, suffocating and depressing

There was a heart

This was once gay with pride

Bright were the feelings

Moments with flying colours

That pride outshined the world of blackness

And there was bliss undefined!

BUT,

Today..

That heart drowns in an ocean of tears

Throbbing and twitching it chokes in a dungeon

The dungeon, a body without a soul

A living corpse with the remnants of its broken dreams

The soul, somnolent and almost vanishing

Life was a deep threat for it,

Living- the greatest curse!

Crying had become a habit.

However,

Tears were scarce now

As long it had been since that heart wept

So long that tears dried!

Instead blood dripped out of it

Alas! The little heart all scarred

With unfulfilled promises and utopias

Broke one day and death arrived

Dressed in black. Like in night mares

That had blurred ghosts and graveyards;

That had devils and hell in it.

Still...

What would be the difference,

To abandon this hell to accept death

To free that heart of all its sufferings

Set it into salvation, solitude of happiness!

Because, a body without a soul is ambiguous,

And a heart without happiness, hostile!

For even a clock without hand is useless

So what use is a soul without a reason to live?

But. No,

Death hated to kiss it

And life was unfriendly too

It was darkness and disease, searing winds and downpours,

Shadows creeping on the everyday of it,

Flames of guilt scorched it black

Pain...

No one noticed, no one knew,

Its reminiscence was still o’er there

Just a drop of love

A wisp of happiness

And the darkness could be ditched

Just to smile again Oh what miracle could it be!