Victory and Bliss.

When even the eloquent silence wept,
Lachrymal,
The sheer pain, the gore,
And sand pierced in the tear-less eyes
Arid and desolate.
Nothing promising much,
But the tears were confined in the fake smiles,
Testing the acme of resistance,
Not letting even a single one to flow.

The stupendously-fantabulous patience was lauded
And appraised by the heavens above,
Gigantic canvas of life
Which had been ashen-brown
Was dappled with the glimmering hues
Unrelenting irrevocable days trod away
Darting pass the iridescent moments
Juvenile spirits were woven again
Coaxed someone back to life
And a mirthful countenance glared back.
Someone was privileged enough to be victorious
Over the inundated misery
And that someone,
Lived her life
With victory and bliss.



Word count: 119.

This is one of my favorite poems. Really favorite, I have gotten this one published twice, once in Young Time – Khaleej Times and other in US – The News. Again, related to waiting and watching till the dawn arrives, all of these poems are written in 2005 and early 2006, the time I thought I had become the poetic muse personified; I used to speak in rhymes, reply in jingles and talk in verses. But that was once upon a time. (All of these master pieces are once written years ago)

Since any type of rant is un-allowed here I decided to take this note as an excuse to what I want to say. I will not be taking part in the contest (this decision is flexible though :P ) just because I find it unable to write poems now, been trying for last one week but futile, nothing worthwhile was produced. And honestly I was/am still confused about the theme, I want more poems to be posted here to have a clear view of it, may be I will actually come up with a nice idea/inspiration etc.
I want you all to evaluate it separately from the contest and thoroughly.

For ease of all =)
Eloquent silence: sometimes even the silence is expressive, and I have experienced times when silence weeps, referring it here.
Lachrymal: it’s a dull shade used to portray sadness/grief
Acme: heights, here used as with-all-might.
Although the phrase 'stupendously-fantabulous' is incorrect grammatically and literally but I really like it there, because patience can be stupendous, it can also be fantabulous.
Dappled – irregular splashes of color over something
Juvenile – young/blithesome (youth is generally bliss)
Coaxed – persuaded
Mirthful – happy!!
Countenance – expression
Inundated (literally means busy, here taken as flood of)


I hope you all like the poem.

Wishes,
Asbah.