I wove inspiration from scraped clothes, Tattered pieces speak enough woe, The heart mumbled words, Which banged against my soul, But never came up to my throat.
When novels run out of unturned pages, When poems run out of mystical metaphors, And when life is a series of unspoken words and spoken silences, She emerges, And soothes my soul, Whispers and calms my insanity, And gives me hope.
The Rhapsodic Empress is the queen of concave shadows, Her eyes mirror forgotten mottos, She’s the beacon, she’s the stories, the forgotten warrior, The golden memories, my mother’s lap, she’s the words, That you wanted to say the most but you didn’t, The ones you typed all the way through and then eventually deleted.
She bellows a tune that enchants my senses, She wraps me in the nostalgia of intricate notes, She sews my scars and paints my wounds, With colours I’d forgotten exist.
She sings An explosion of inexpressible feelings And invisible wounds, A journey which streaks through your soul And shows you how deep you have fallen, Only to be caught again.
Oh how, when I was younger I thought the music was all that mattered, My mind swooned in the bliss of the pulsating pitch of the strings, And here I stand, When the melody is just an expression of the emotions my heart pumps into my veins, I hear only what the lyrics tell me. Where every second is a reminder, Of that somebody.
The Rhapsodic Empress sings to my soul in every way, She has a song prepared for every day, I reside in the Empress’ reign with absolute faith, As I’m aware that she’ll give me the air I need to breathe, When the suffocation has throttled my pumping lungs. She’ll give me the escape I crave, From this troubled reality.
Oh thou Empress, You’re my only addiction, You drug me and show me amber shades of strength, You teach me that instead of falling in hope of being caught, By the somebody who once left you in tattered pieces, Fall freely along with a parachute, and be your own savior.
You show me the sunrise when the rays cease to exist, You remind me it’s my scars and my failures which make me who I am, Don’t give up on me, Because you make me not give up on myself, Stay with me, I’ll have a companion in this battle.
Originally posted on Medium through ACorneredGurl Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to share your thoughts or drop in any suggestions ❤
Until your next notification, Nihu
Good write up !
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I like your poems, Beautifully written ✨✍️
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Thank you sir! Means much to me💕
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I love this. Your picture is also very catchy. Keep it up! Thanks for following me also.
I hope to see more of your posts and build a friendship 💐
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Aah Vincent, it’s indeed a pleasure to hear that. You warm my heart, thank you very much!! ❤
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😊awwnnn, you warm my heart by telling me I warm your heart ❤️
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Peace and blessings🙏
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Thanks 🙏 you too
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☺
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Oh my! you’re indeed a rhapsodic princess. Loved how you find those words tamed words a bliss. you’ve come a long way in your fruitful journey. Hope you make the most of ahead as well! Really charged up with this as I could feel the music finding me words, my bliss. Been there and have felt the zing it carries…
Way to go genius 🙂
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Thank you so much sir! Means a lot, waiting for your reply to the nomination😊♥
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That’s generous of you!! Will surely try to get back to award posts. Haven’t done in a while now!😅
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That’s okay sir, take your time. I’m waiting😊😍
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ME TOOOO
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Yayyyy!!😁💟
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Beautifuly written ❤️
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Thank you very much❤
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Powerful and beautifully written! Well done, Niharika!
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Thank you for your wonderful comment sir! Means a lot❤
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So true
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Thank you😍
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My pleasure
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