Her Song

Her Song

A Poem by ManasaC

The melody of your voice

Enchants the words into a jive of emotions

The tune of your song in my mind

Purges the pandemonium

And cleanses out the hatred

That bears the walls of my heart.

Your voice awakens the utopian realms

Of my mind

And fades the purgatory of a broken life.

The world to me was nothing but a mere

Monochromatic town filled with lifelessness.

You have brought color into my world

And helped me create a canvas of joy.

With your celestial embrace

All the heaviness is reduced to a gleaming smile.

Clouded with jealousy and pride

My vision fails me;

Free me from the ignorance of my age

And provide me with an insight

Into the joy of living.

 

In the silence of the night,

She sings;

Hark to her voice

The song of my mother

A lullaby of hope…

And yes, I slept in peace

And revived the strength

To face the Unknown tomorrow. 


© 2016 ManasaC



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Bravo! I love the musical theme wording you so masterfully used, lyrical in nature this would make an interesting song. You have tied the arts together with this canvas of joy and jive of emotions to create a lullaby of hope to touch us all :~) Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Posted 1 Year Ago


ManasaC

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much!
A very nice write, Manasa!
The world to me was nothing but a mere
Monochromatic town filled with lifelessness.
You have brought color into my world
And helped me create a canvas of joy.
With your celestial embrace
All the heaviness is reduced to a gleaming smile.
I loved these lines.
Keep writing :) :-)

Posted 1 Year Ago


ManasaC

1 Year Ago

Thank you!
A lullaby of hope…
And yes, I slept in peace
And revived the strength
To face the Unknown tomorrow

love this part, this is a wonderful piece of poetry

Posted 1 Year Ago


ManasaC

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much!!!

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