Embers Of Creativity Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Besides the grey fireplace
Of a cold desolate house
sitting on the cold stone
At the foot of the bare hearth
Bereft creativity, bent shoulders

Seeking writings inside closed eyes
Long killed in realms of physicality
Materialize Fire embers in brain
Stoking a thought to 'Boson'
Seemingly random act of creativity

to spell out the self locked inside
A stray spark flies, to light
Looking to kindle a flare inside
Stir a bonfire within vaults
Of long emptied Imagination

To writhe out an inferno so profound
Move mountains, combust chains
and build a frenzy, a conflagration
Just about a flickering candle
Next to the heart's inferno

A history of repressed holocaust
In every wake of modern life
Truth remained in eyes, unpenned
Sputtering life, in absence of Oxygen
Elusive 'Neutrinos', freedom of right

The embers dying, leaving grey coals
Wheeze and whine, inside wintry shrine
Empty altar rung with hollow bells
Give up this scintillating thought
to scorching speech, honest rhymes

Give in, lay down, acquiesce
hang on to chores mundanely
The genius anyways, long snuffed
like snowflakes drifting down chimney
Extinguishing, the spark, long gone

Now all that is left, a tinder gone cold
Grey and white ashes resembling coal
Perhaps this burnt out coal someday
In some fireplace, will smolder
Enflame an incandescence of Originality.
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