Part II: Now


I am melody,
I am silence,
My glances can be sweet,
My walk can be violence.

I am glitter,
I am wounds,
I can taste bitter,
And at times, can soothe.

I am nascent,
I am weary,
Often complacent,
Yet climbing up, up, up…

I can be the shiniest star in the sky,
Or the bottom of the deep black sea,
I can make you ask God why,
You will find no other like me.

I am a masterpiece,
Crafted from bone and blood,
I am a disaster,
Turning structures into mud.

That’s my calling card,
It’s in every one of you,
Remember that when times get hard.

For what is a disaster,
Than starting once again from ground up,
Embrace that new life,
And refill that cup.


For Part I, click here. For more poetry and prose, click here

This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.

13 thoughts on “Disasterpiece

  1. Kaveri Chhetri says:

    Hmmm… Disasterpiece… that’s a really creative name Meetali. Thank God Part II gives a little hope… but I still can’t help but wonder where these thoughts are stemming from.

  2. Kavita Singh says:

    Love the title, it is catchy and I have heard it for the first time. I am an ardent fan of poetry and love to read it often. For me, the last three lines did the magic. Beautiful indeed 🙂

  3. Shail Thosani says:

    As expected a fitting sequence to Chaos. Specially loved your last line For what is disaster than starting once again from ground up. After chaos comes disaster and then comes the courage to start afresh.

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