Inspiration

Young Minds of Medium Music Call

Niharika Gursahani
Feb 28, 2020 · 3 min read
Photo Credit: Global Indian Stories

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 exists.

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.

Hey Guys! So the deal is that I have a bunch of favorite songs, and I can’t really choose like one favorite song. But yes, one of my evergreen favorite is the classic ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, by Queen. Do check it out, though I believe almost everyone has heard this magnificent creation. And also, a fellow member of the ACG family Subo, has her board examinations which will be ending till March 18, and won’t be checking Medium, however having tagged her, I hope she gets my regards and my best wishes for her exams! Good luck Subo!!💕

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