Catalyst and Catharsis

Catalyst and Catharsis….

There is no more music, there is no more poetry.
Just the grinding halt.. the silence.. the full stop.
There is no more gush of fancy thoughts...
Just the sedation...the trance...the pensive state.
There is no more excitement of hope
Just the disappointment...the hurt....the scar.
There is no more introspection or analysis
Just the ennui... the void... the vacant

“I did not want to call you”
are simple, yet potent words…..
in spite of a range of vicinity..
at an hour when divinity overshadowed
devil’s design of separation…
uttered simply.. unperturbed
nonchalantly.. matter of factishly as ever.
Creating a tempest in the bosom
Befitting Byron's verse…
Un aware…of turning a catalyst..
For a catharsis..
There would never be music….no more poetry!!!!!!!!

SHOBHNA RAVI

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