Hate is a strong emotion, often frowned upon in the society we live in. But like, in life, you need to love , truly from every fiber in your body; you need to hate, at least once, truly and passionately. Hate with every living cell in your body. Hate with the sun’s fury, and hate with the storm’s strength. Hate with the calmness of a Buddhist monk and hate with the chaos of an unforgiving Tsunami.
For all the writers out there.
There are days when,
Crushed under the weight of loneliness
I call out for help,
and my voice simply ricochets off the walls
that stand resolute
built upon the strong foundation of deep-
and cemented by the mortar of failed
attempts at change.
It is ironical how the walls intended to
keep me safe from
the disappointing world on the other side…
This is one of my more personal pieces and one of my favorites as well. Hope you like it.
A slightly better quality than the first recording.
What if the night lets you see clearly,
and the light clouds your vision?
What if the storm tickles your muse,
and the calm makes you shiver?
What if the hurt gives you pleasure,
and in comfort you find pain ?
Would you choose to close you eyes ,
and in silence walk away ?
Or would you choose to accept it all,
and embrace your reality?
It had always been on my mind to give voice to the words on this blog and that is what I have tried to achieve with the Soundcloud profile. It will be an open spoken-poetry project where I will try and fuse poetry and music. It is a beginning and I am still learning. I hope I get better at it with time and experience.
This project is open for collaboration. So, if would like to read my poems, record them, make songs out of them, Please feel free to do so and I will upload them on the Soundcloud – Mute Expressions Project.
Here’s my first Poem (apologies for the poor quality of recording),
Do visit the page on SoundCloud and follow to stay updated about new poem recordings.
Photo Source: http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/artists/105704232
In the air we breathe the essence of the departed floats like the first snow of the season, reaching out to us in the purest of white, from the ubiquitous grey of the sky. For a moment we feel the pinch of cold on our bare skin but then it melts away, leaving just a trail of transparent liquid where it had touched us. The transformation so ephemeral that one could barely notice it happen and yet significant enough to leave its trace on our lives.The consciousness they touch in that flicker of a moment become a small part of a much bigger experience. This experience then survives the gloom of winter through the summer and all the other seasons, through rain and wind, while continuously battling with time, to be transformed into this really powerful memory. A memory that, within itself, holds the ability to breathe life back into the gloomy winter and make it snow once again.