The melancholic tune playing in the background,

Was painfully beautiful to the senses,

And yet it lacked a certain flavour,

A hidden hope that is found in every lament;

Pain itself suppressed its cries,

As the mournful voice of Sorrow gave the song,

A muffled despair, a deep distress;

Regret’s voice reverberated in the room,

As Nostalgia echoed along to give the song,

That glimmer and sheen, the sly smile among the tears;

Anger couldn’t help but scream,

As rage dominated the room with vigour,

And yet searched for ways to  restrain itself;

Imagination flared up in protest,

Trying to convince everyone of the reality in delusion,

As the song was no longer anything more,

Than a chaos of sounds, a mix of melancholic vibes;

And yet, a voice remained silent,

One would think it’s dead forever,

And yet, it silently harboured its wounds,

Searching for an opportunity to blossom;

And then came the moment,

When everything seemed to come to life,

Something was calling out from far and beyond,

And the door was being knocked in a shaking fervour;

Excitement ran to the door,

Only too happy to escape the mess,

As it hoped that Miracle had arrived,

To give the silent voice, a reason to cherish;

Yet, stood at the door a stranger,

Who felt surprisingly warm and homely,

He walked in with an aura that brightened up the room in a beat,

As it went straight to the silent voice

 felt,

It made the voice sing;

Sing again after the prolonged period of silence,

As Joy came and hugged the stranger,

Anger went silent as Pain went to sleep,

Grief and Fear felt a sting that made them want to leave,

As Imagination finally saw, its dream come true;

Love had arrived, and hope had sung,

As the song found a soothing tune,

A consummate and flawless note;

And the feelings had never felt so complete ever before,

As they made the Heart, their perfect home. 

Gantavya Adukia

VSJMC

BA(JMC), 1-A