Rise

She finally opened her eyes and the first thing that she saw was the lights, she has gotten used to being rushed to the E.R, but this time it was different she was unconscious for 12 hours with fears that she might go into a coma with time. She turned and the first person she saw was her sister full of perfection, purity of heart, light skinned like the front cover model, smile full of love and touch filled with tenderness, her eyes were filled with tears she looked a bit unkept yet she could never look less perfect before her sister’s eyes.
If only she could see herself the same way
Suddenly she’s transported into real life
It’s like the coma was all a dream
And the new topic of discussion
Was how the World trends suspended due to the new tide…
It’s waves evolves in a viral force that combats with the mortality of the nature of mankind
The rave swivels faster than the tidal wave
Let’s save the nation; the new song In our ride
Yet combusted back into fragmentations of our yesterday!! Diving ahead into the unknown
The tales seemed far fetched yet the lies puffed up and submerged itself in size in time for the capsize!!
Likewise the eyes the window to the soul; cries out on to the skies till sunrise awaiting an answer till d droplets of tearful dreams dries and dies!!
We thought we were wise like spies we made ties with enemy in a guise to rise high
Yet this devise of disguise became the end-wise of our demise…
But as the story unfolds with the vultures hoping to make profits from our demise, a speck of light runs straight through the darkness, waiting for it’s next move to be decided by our line of action after all we are what we do, down in the hall lies the demon in sheep’s apparel hoping to ask her forgiveness like times past.
Like a Phoenix she rises from the ashes above the fear, hate and heart break that had stood right in front of her eyes like a mountain crumble. The light of our rising is now in the wind of our wings never to be clipped by ego for this time we rise without thoughts of falling from our pillars of hope. Swiftly, yet slowly the echoes of the throes of war softly fades in the thin light air the sounds from the dancing leaves and tress is perceived from inner crochets of comfort the crowd applauds and chants are welled up in singletons of individualism it’s the new personae we all bear the identity of a loner… and like that she finds herself drawn once again into the lullaby of the fountain of peace for the world indeed is at rest and softly swooned she dances in the tango of her dreams…

written by Sam Ezekiel and Xflavs