Disfigured

I shooed the pride away

In silence it grew around my neck little by little

So, I curbed it by its neck

It ballooned out of my hand

I waited for it to explode

In silence I heard it roar

And I can’t hear me speak any more.

So, I started humming a tune

From a melodious to a high pitch one

I spoke expressions that gushed out of no one’s land

and wore colours that bloomed

out of the pond of self-conceitedness

Engaged to night in broad daylight

I stand still in front of a mirror

and all I see is a clueless veiled bride

So I take the jewels off my body

I rub the colours off my skin

till I feel the warmth of my own blood

And for a moment, for once, I feel near to me

drenched in the two red; one false and true

And as I look at my hands trying to identify

I realize the loss that I once used to dread

And when the swiveling group of pride stings me

I run to save myself on a road unknown

I know I’ll get lost, I know

I’m thinking of the place where I might land

If I could have my fears fanned

I would stand still and feel each sting

And in my ears, hear the pride ring

The lies it has got for me

I try to hear from distance the warning

Of the flying truth soon to be a bygone

So I close my eyes and I remember

a music that can still reach my ears,

A melody so pure that can meet,

the truth’s seat at a depth inside me,

in a well where both heaven and hell flow

A song that can melt my pride into tears

and smile, honey and brine

A tune that with affection can lift the veil

to smoothen my disfigured face

And I’m hearing it now

a harmony in the chaos

With a curtain that’s not low

I’m seeing clearly a dove

with which, to bliss a melancholy just rose

and a pride glowing with humility

Where’s the disfigured me?

All I now see is splendour

All I now hear is splendour..

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