Houdini of Melancholy
Revolutions and renaissances
Of the melancholic heart
As it plucks the strings of rejuvenation
From a winter's hibernation
Where the soul ceased to exist
Maceration of the heart to abyssal depths
Yet amidst the furor of the tempest
A renegade primordial flame flickered
A bonfire of residual hope, awaiting a gentle thrust from kismet's palms
To throw open, the corridors of a humble prosperity
A nimble phoenix rising from the ashes of subjugation
For the germination of dormant dreams
To cultivate mirth, in the bleakest of land
To lavish upon the heart, a titanic endowment
The buoyancy of a feather, the vivacity of a fleeting rhapsody
The strength of a bison yet the culture of a fidalgo
The courage of a crusader yet the humility of a slave
The suppleness of the wind streaming past crowded valleys
The honesty of the full moon with her bare-naked craters
Armed with blades of love and a shield of honor
For a tryst with destiny, in my juggernaut of life
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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