Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Silence of the Ashes

The blog visitor: Why no update?

My muse goes into hibernation
I do not know why

And when it stirs
and struggles in the cocoon
and finally breaks free
into the light of the day

it gets singed.
No colourful wings.

Only ashes.

The struggle to be born
to fly about
to exist
the pain of death

lost in silence.


Unknown said...

A collective *sigh* in agreement from a thousand other muses in hibernation.

Oh to break free and emerge,
even into a reality so cruel.
We'd trade the chains that bind us with glee,
in return for the ashes that will set us free..

sujata sengupta said...

Fantastic!! Let me take credit here for the return of the muse..hahhaha I did visit all your other blogs and loved them immensely..but the settings are such that I can post comments only on this keep let not the muse hide under the bushel!!

Urmi said...

I liked your blog very much.Its very interesting and quite different.Very well written.
You are welcome in my blogs -

kochuthresiamma p .j said...

wow!does poetry come so easily to yoy?

no problem posting comments on pareltank

thanks. shall most certainly visit your blog

Unknown said...

nay... it doesn't come easily, but when it does the world seems a better place ( at least for me it does ;) )

i've been following your pareltank blog for the past few days... thanks for a lot of good reading... keep writing :)

Unknown said...

hmm i know how that feels. Now tell us your story

Sumandebray said...

Thanks for visiting my blog.
I am glad that you did or else I would ahve never got a chance to visit your blog which is so much different from others.
Keep the muse coming .... let it break free more often ....!!!

Swatantra said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, i hope to see you again!!

Nice poem.. write more!!

austere said...

Why singed, why ashes?
I wish you the delight of flight, my friend.

kochuthresiamma p .j said...

@ austere
i wish flight came easily to me :-(