The God Of Inside
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A nightmare, some may say, for all its might.
A horrific prisoner, in it saw I
In the heaviest of chains, was she tied.
The crime what was, I do not remember
As a matter of fact, it doesn't even matter.
It was a castle, oh so majestic!
With every brick, laid so artistic.
Stood there gentlemen, all clad in black
Staring at the guilty, with eyes ready to attack.
The guilty however, seemed unafraid
The key to freedom, as if with her laid.
'Imprisoned for a decade, the guilty stands now!'
Shouted one of them, the voice echoing loud.
The guilty seemed unmoved, with traces of a faint smile
The men frowned, their attempts to scare her going futile.
'Your one wish?' muttered one
Frustrated at it, being a custom.
The guilty grinned, for the wait was going to cease
And the men'd know, how she was still at ease.
'My one wish, sir,' she finally begun
In their places the men shifted, eager to listen.
'is to see a photograph, of all my loved ones
and be made to listen to music, my soul on which runs.
'Done with that, my eyes thou blindfold
Ears too, shut from noises of the world.
'Tie me then in chains, the heaviest thou may find
Lock me up in thy prison, the scariest ever for mankind.
'And after a decade, when the punishment is well over
Free me out! Again in the world to rover.'
The gentlemen glared, taken aback by full surprise
More at her confidence, than the wish that seemed least wise.
But, 'the wish' that it was, the deed had to be done
Photographs were brought in, enchanting music was put on.
The last free moments, thoroughly the guilty hence relished
The jury grumbled, for though mystic, her wish couldn't be banished.
The rite was done, everything else followed suit
Blindfolded, made deaf, she was shown the cage's route.
Ten years passed by, in that little dark chamber
A decade of aloofness later, they didn't expect her to be sober.
But lo! what they saw, was least easy to swallow
For once they thought, if she was someone to hallow?
The still alive smile and a face so at peace
Least matched her health, that had grown very weak.
'How?!' the prison-keeper mighty exclaimed at her
'How did you pull it off, as if in all leisure??!
'For years I have seen prisoners, come in and go,
Never came one, whose sanity the jail didn't blow!
'Then what is the divine power, that you apparently possess?
For the shock is real gripping, may I confess!'
The guilty, now free, smiled even wider this time
Amused at how ignorant they were, of a power so divine.
'Well...', finally started she,
'My power, I promise, is also possessed by thee.'
Everyone exclaimed, was it a magic they too could perform?
'WHAT power but?' the saner of them asked with a frown.
'Love and music,' the reply came clear and loud
Raising many brows, showing signs of utter doubt.
'Before being jailed, riveting music I had listened
And gotten my ears shut, from the noises that'd surround.
Its harmony empowered me, all the while I was imprisoned
And hence, protected from any unpleasantness around.
'The pictures of my beloved that I last saw, I never let go
From eyes that saw nothing but darkness, and them.
So there wasn't one moment with my spirits getting low
For the power of LOVE didn't let me give up in the long run.
'For music runs my soul,
"Love" runs me as a whole,
And with the two's eternal guiding light,
Darkness, in life or in jail, won't ever be a plight.'
Saying this all, she left the place
Happy smiles, still adorning her face.
While the men gaped, in utter surprise
Realizing how the 'god of inside', had belittled in their lives.
The prison-men are 'us', giving up at life's testing times
While the power we pray for, in us actually resides
Love, music, or any other it maybe.
But being the lead myself, 'music' and 'love' struck to me.
But being the lead myself, 'music' and 'love' struck to me.
By,
Labels:
love,
philosophical,
poetry
