Demise of the Silhouette
Overcome by the thousand tumultuous feelings
she finally decides to abandon the memories
that clung to her like a fathomless shade.
That, which seemed an inseparable companion
had atrocious intentions of drowning her
in the bottomless sea of gloom.
Promising herself never again to be caught
in the enigma of belief
she decides to embark upon an inspiring voyage
to rekindle her spirit.
Sitting by the lake she shifts her gaze
from the crestfallen face of the silhouette
And lets her eyes scrutinize the radiant patterns
that the clouds had painted
on the canvas of the outstretched horizon
with glints of modest colors here and there
adding to its splendor.
As she continues to take pleasure in treating her eyes
she feels as if at this point,
even her life has its gleams of sunshine.
She feels bliss take over her.
She smiles as the cool breeze plays
with the strands of hair,
splashing playfully over her serene face.
She decides to let the drops of ink
fall over her elated thougts
so that she may treasure these buoyant moments.
And hence she writes,
about that evening
before the remarkable event
passed on to the heap of bygone things.
As she drank from the brink of heaven
the lost euphoria,
her thoughts raced back to all the times
the sheet of the fathomless shade
had denied her the least of exuberance
blanketing her from the healing touch of nature.
Attempting to convey the intangibilities of her feelings
in coarse meshes of language
she finally turns her face towards the silhouette
with a glint of hysterical emotion,
yet pity in her eyes,
trying to make the heartless shade feel ashamed
for making her life miserable,
giving her thoughts no tongue,
her dreams no wings,
her heart no desire.
Scanning the silhouette of her past memories
with disappointment and queer contempt
she declares- “I am no longer living my life
tormented by fears,
deceived by hopes,
endearing your relentless torture.”
And with this she ruthlessly assassinates her companion,
shivering, trembling; yet feeling overwhelmed
and powerful all the same,
as the sinking frame of the silhouette casts a last glance
before disappearing into the depths of the lake.