~~~EXISTENCE AS I KNEW~~~
I stand in the middle of the town square,
I stand there all alone.
Unmoved by the life bustling around me,
You see, I am a statue,
Made of the darkest, strongest stone.
I have stood here for 190 years,
And had hoped to stand for another 190 more so.
I stand there all alone.
Unmoved by the life bustling around me,
You see, I am a statue,
Made of the darkest, strongest stone.
I have stood here for 190 years,
And had hoped to stand for another 190 more so.
They say statues and monuments have histories to speak of,
But oh, I am a disappointment, I have none to share.
I am only a product of deceit and despair.
If my makers could reverse the flow of time,
Perhaps, they would wish I never existed.
But oh, I am a disappointment, I have none to share.
I am only a product of deceit and despair.
If my makers could reverse the flow of time,
Perhaps, they would wish I never existed.
I cannot laugh or smile or cry or frown,
You see, I am a statue,
I must show as befits one of my stature,
I must, I must show a face of stone.
Whether its winter or summer or raining heavens,
Whether it is a scratch or a blow or the flaking of paint,
My anguish and agony cannot be shown to the world.
People must only see an unchanged form.
For anything that might happen on God’s green earth,
A statue cannot feel, right??
So even if apocalypse comes, there must be a permanent reassurance,
Anything might change, but not I.
You see, I am a statue,
I must show as befits one of my stature,
I must, I must show a face of stone.
Whether its winter or summer or raining heavens,
Whether it is a scratch or a blow or the flaking of paint,
My anguish and agony cannot be shown to the world.
People must only see an unchanged form.
For anything that might happen on God’s green earth,
A statue cannot feel, right??
So even if apocalypse comes, there must be a permanent reassurance,
Anything might change, but not I.
Ignored and abused as and when liked
By those who call themselves “alive”,
I have stood there long in the town square,
Forever stoic and stern.
By those who call themselves “alive”,
I have stood there long in the town square,
Forever stoic and stern.
~~~THE VISITOR~~~
It was 25 full moons ago,
That I saw a visitor, a sad snow-child roaming about in the night,
Her little pink dress torn by stray dogs,
Her beautiful face a shame to Misery herself,
How could I, how could anyone resist----
I had to give her shelter for the night.
She had found no friend in this hostile town,
But I promised her she would be alone no longer.
I would be her guardian and friend and caretaker.
That I saw a visitor, a sad snow-child roaming about in the night,
Her little pink dress torn by stray dogs,
Her beautiful face a shame to Misery herself,
How could I, how could anyone resist----
I had to give her shelter for the night.
She had found no friend in this hostile town,
But I promised her she would be alone no longer.
I would be her guardian and friend and caretaker.
The pretty gal came to me every night,
And told me all her troubles and pains.
I listened and counselled as much as I could,
I was glad to see her suffering lessen.....
She called me her dear friend.
Do you hear that, you living hypocrites?
Who said that a statue cannot be one of you?
You called me dead and part of the background,
You would not even deign to speak to me-----
It seems now that a statue has more humanity than all of you.
And told me all her troubles and pains.
I listened and counselled as much as I could,
I was glad to see her suffering lessen.....
She called me her dear friend.
Do you hear that, you living hypocrites?
Who said that a statue cannot be one of you?
You called me dead and part of the background,
You would not even deign to speak to me-----
It seems now that a statue has more humanity than all of you.
I do not know what value does a “friend” have today,
Perhaps others, if they knew, would call me a fool.
I do not worry about my rusting armour or my almost-broken fingers,
I don’t care, I am happy to give.
Perhaps others, if they knew, would call me a fool.
I do not worry about my rusting armour or my almost-broken fingers,
I don’t care, I am happy to give.
~~~BEGINNING OF THE END~~~
Happiness cannot last forever, even the generous kind,
Good beings cannot survive in this hellish realm, they are cursed--
It is better to be forever miserable,
Than be at peace for a few moments
And have grave tragedy fall upon you.
Good beings cannot survive in this hellish realm, they are cursed--
It is better to be forever miserable,
Than be at peace for a few moments
And have grave tragedy fall upon you.
Did I tell you about the snow child’s irresistible charm,
She could twist around her little finger whoever she met,
It was only a matter of days before the whole town was enthralled with her,
She found other friends too.
She could twist around her little finger whoever she met,
It was only a matter of days before the whole town was enthralled with her,
She found other friends too.
She would leave me in the day to satisfy her wander-lust,
In the night, she would come with an unruly gang.
She spoke only a few words to me in their presence,
Like you would reassure a dog,
And play with them the whole night.
In the night, she would come with an unruly gang.
She spoke only a few words to me in their presence,
Like you would reassure a dog,
And play with them the whole night.
I hurt from within, yet it wasn’t her fault,
I cannot bear to tie such a creature to myself.
I hurt from outside, for her cruel “friends”,
Would pelt me with stones for their amusement.
No pain and anger showed on my exterior,
Only a lasting indifference.
Oh God! I curse you, why did you make me a statue?
I break in bits and pieces,
I am not even allowed to lament!
I cannot bear to tie such a creature to myself.
I hurt from outside, for her cruel “friends”,
Would pelt me with stones for their amusement.
No pain and anger showed on my exterior,
Only a lasting indifference.
Oh God! I curse you, why did you make me a statue?
I break in bits and pieces,
I am not even allowed to lament!
The town witch passed by me one cloudy day,
She stared at me for a long time.
Her words I still remember, even in my present state,
“Drive the fair maiden away , Statue,
If you have the slightest desire to exist,
Lest next I might see you as a heap of stone.”
She stared at me for a long time.
Her words I still remember, even in my present state,
“Drive the fair maiden away , Statue,
If you have the slightest desire to exist,
Lest next I might see you as a heap of stone.”
I knew she was right, I knew I should have acted upon her words,
But I am after all a statue, I cannot change.
Once a promise given, always kept.
I remained the caretaker of my maid.
But I am after all a statue, I cannot change.
Once a promise given, always kept.
I remained the caretaker of my maid.
Her companions kick me and throw stones at me every night,
So much of me has fallen apart,
And she does not notice, does not care.
So naked now with chinks in my armour,
So deformed with huge bits missing,
I do not seem to be a statue anymore.
So much of me has fallen apart,
And she does not notice, does not care.
So naked now with chinks in my armour,
So deformed with huge bits missing,
I do not seem to be a statue anymore.
Within me, deep cracks run from head to toe.
I am not the stern statue of the town anymore,
I am only a pathetic stump,
I have lost my form and my dignity.
I am now only endurance.
I am stone.
Tiz’ only a matter of time ,
Before I disintegrate into nothingness.
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