Beautiful Stories, Ugly Times (part 2)

Another way of looking at beauty in darkness. From the 'Lines from the Train Ride' series.

Beautiful Stories, Ugly Times (part 2)

 

Beautiful stories in ugly times,

The things you only see,

In a faint and troubled light.

 

Imagine a portrait,

But no colour and paint,

Just an outline full of intent,

And plenty of prospects.

 

Acoustically your favourite song without a beat,

Still complete,

With a voice,

Guitar riff and piano melody.

 

Once in the sewer,

Ignore the smell,

The s**t and squalor,

Then appreciate the architecture.

 

Step on rustled leaves,

Dead and fallen from ancient trees.

Old and crinkled,

But still a source of stress relief.

 

Like a violin,

No strings,

But handcrafted,

A complex and magical history.

 

Like a flower,

Blooming with promise

But broken stem,

Indicating the ticking clock of death.

 

A rising sun with no heat,

Shivering as they sleep.

But alone ends the darkness,

A new day for the hope they seek

 

It's the city.

With buildings wide and tall,

Where the rich ignore,

And climb over the poor.

 

Like the slave,

Grinding with a song,

Bailing cotton.

Knowing they will never be forgotten.

 

And the man in the park,

Who would call me n****r,

Only succeeding,

In making my skin grow thicker.

Beautiful stories in ugly times,

The things you only see,

In a faint and troubled light.

Beautiful stories in ugly times,

Let's dry those tears,

And make a smile.

Reviews

[bhavya]

A rising sun with no heat,
Shivering as they sleep.

Honest lines.. beautifully written :)