As a child I always wondered how a lighthouse worked. To me, it was a giant man, the unswerving night guard, the host to the ghosts and goons, the unselfish tower of hope... the living yet inanimate pile of rock, it hums to the songs of joy of the fortunate sailors, and mourns with the sorrowful ode of the ocean.
The quiescent mysterious monument, unequivocally, had some strange connection. As if it were to say something in its subtle hum, with its outreaching light that tears through the heart of darkness and reaches the undiscovered stretches of the unknown seas.
Perpetually watching the undulating sheets of the ocean, looking for the hopeless and weary, guiding them out of their lamentations, its purpose pushes it to live a thousand more years every time the callous sea storms command it to collapse to the earth; he is not impervious, he is not invincible, he is not perfect, but driven by the faith that he cannot fall. His foolishness invigorates him that he, simply, cannot fail. He cannot succumb to the weakening waves fervidly shaking his foundation; so madly me believes.
Has he not heard them swearing? Has he not bled enough to the sharp spears of derision and hatred, and that of jealously? Has he not felt disgusted in the piss of disdain pooled around his feet? And, has he not overlooked the multitudinous deceptions that were hosted under the shadows of his own oblivion? He has, yet he is unblemished and rooted. It stands unwavering in the midst of it all.
The lighthouse, with its loud existence but silent deeds, perseveres to be the imbecile it is destined to be. It can never expect a visitor's solicitude, for solicitude has long been ostracised and is incongruous for the present it rots in.
It can never fall, for the burden of its curse makes it unshakable, and the rhythm of the ocean waves let it sing...
In the darkness, past the midnight
Alone I stand, the fearless knight
Courage my spear, lantern of hope
Anchored my faith to a burning rope.
"Oh look, the purposeless pile of stones.
Worthless construction that stands alone."
"No wait... Ed, it's a piece of art."
Look beneath, there's a beating heart.
Dawn to dusk, till my chains rust
I ought to fight, till I turn to dust
Until the bricks betray and fall apart
Until my light's lost, the soul departs.
I will be the uncomplaining shelter till storms pass by
Shake off the dust and leave without, a goodbye...
Alone in the darkness, it stands firm - The Lighthouse... because sometimes it takes a lifeless to teach the living to how to live. Sometimes, a cold unemotional rock is also an epitome of perseverance.
Copyright (c) 2016 Shine Jayakumar
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The quiescent mysterious monument, unequivocally, had some strange connection. As if it were to say something in its subtle hum, with its outreaching light that tears through the heart of darkness and reaches the undiscovered stretches of the unknown seas.
Perpetually watching the undulating sheets of the ocean, looking for the hopeless and weary, guiding them out of their lamentations, its purpose pushes it to live a thousand more years every time the callous sea storms command it to collapse to the earth; he is not impervious, he is not invincible, he is not perfect, but driven by the faith that he cannot fall. His foolishness invigorates him that he, simply, cannot fail. He cannot succumb to the weakening waves fervidly shaking his foundation; so madly me believes.
Has he not heard them swearing? Has he not bled enough to the sharp spears of derision and hatred, and that of jealously? Has he not felt disgusted in the piss of disdain pooled around his feet? And, has he not overlooked the multitudinous deceptions that were hosted under the shadows of his own oblivion? He has, yet he is unblemished and rooted. It stands unwavering in the midst of it all.
The lighthouse, with its loud existence but silent deeds, perseveres to be the imbecile it is destined to be. It can never expect a visitor's solicitude, for solicitude has long been ostracised and is incongruous for the present it rots in.
It can never fall, for the burden of its curse makes it unshakable, and the rhythm of the ocean waves let it sing...
Alone I stand, the fearless knight
Courage my spear, lantern of hope
Anchored my faith to a burning rope.
"Oh look, the purposeless pile of stones.
Worthless construction that stands alone."
"No wait... Ed, it's a piece of art."
Look beneath, there's a beating heart.
Dawn to dusk, till my chains rust
I ought to fight, till I turn to dust
Until the bricks betray and fall apart
Until my light's lost, the soul departs.
I will be the uncomplaining shelter till storms pass by
Shake off the dust and leave without, a goodbye...
Alone in the darkness, it stands firm - The Lighthouse... because sometimes it takes a lifeless to teach the living to how to live. Sometimes, a cold unemotional rock is also an epitome of perseverance.
Copyright (c) 2016 Shine Jayakumar
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