Jester's Lounge#1 | The Last Fragment of Hope

 

The Last Fragment of Hope

Humans always seek the source of pain,

Memories are the source of drain.

Yet, they put a smile on our face,

Only to remind us the haunting trace.

 

As joy lost its meaning,

Thy soul needs cleansing.

Written books, experienced moments,

The heartbeat of happiness pauses.

 

Reminders of the songs that are nothing but dust,

Fragment of memories are left in the past.

Na, na, na, shouted the little kid,

Without being aware of arrogance pit.

 

Struggle of standing on feet is sufferance,

Past and heartache have no difference.

It is time to close the curtain,

The stage has lost its jerkin.

 

Emotionless, the light has faded,

Undoubtedly, the cost of the lost was paid.

Pale face, unlike a clown's, has appeared,

With no paint, the tears have been exposed.

 

 

Yet there is still a warm smile as if the sun shone,

Hanging on a tight rope, the boy has grown.

Each day, remnants of joy are gifted to him,

Unfamiliar events, familiar memories within,

Thoughts of how dumb he has been,

An unnerving feeling, heating his skin,

Sounds of cheerful memories remain as a din,

The last fragment of hope remains.

 Nov 27th, 2019

I remember this one fondly. As humans, sometimes we are feeble when we are brought down by the feelings which we embody. The foundation that forms a feeling often empowers us, carries us onwards as we put our faith, love, care, and joy in our emotional shell, a shell that often requires rain of thought. Brain can be a terrible puppetmaster who can play a dangerous game of hallucination, not an illusion. We receive a complex percept and as we try to reveal what lies beneath, we trick ourselves.

This poem, too, is a reflection of self-mockery and self-punishment like a slave whipping himself for his King. Fortunately, my King only lives inside the halls of my mind just as my slave. The body and the mind is the same, the torture is intolerable.

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