Do you know how much life loves death And how much joy loves sorrow? And how tragedy weaves its fingers with blessings, And how despair whispers sweet nothings to hope? Do you know why fire weeps for ashes And smoke for glowing embers? Have you ever wondered why a frown seems to smile upon seeing a smile? Why companionship comes with desertion? And why birds' nests are always home, yet forsaken? COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL Image credit to rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.
You complain that storytelling is gory. You complain that storytelling seems to have become story yelling. You complain that storytelling weaves magic with witches and demons, not fairies and angels. You complain that stories smell of sweat and blood, not roses and dew drops. That they whisper muffled screams, not sweet nothings. That they glorify death, not life. You complain that stories shout ugly truths, not pretty lies. That they murder virtue, and glorify vice. You complain that storytelling doesn't work one step at a time, but rather rolls a dice. It isn't a make-believe world where fairness rules Instead, it's a world where cruelty reigns, And angels sigh And devils grin. Where happiness droops And sadness sings. You complain that storytelling is bitter. The opposite of sweet nectar. You cry that it is devoid of colour But it isn't my darling, it's simply grey It's simply a reflection of the real world Where tigers stalk their prey. You complain that there are no muffins on the tray But there are my dear, they are simply made of mud and clay. You complain now that storytelling mirrors the real world And of course it does. But my darling, it doesn't have to be that way. You see,even though witches rule, Fairies do live. And both bask in magic. And even though cruelty reigns Kindness does breathe, you know. Even though the words are bitter At least we know of sweet nectar. And though devils grin We do have the knowledge that angels sing. And murdered virtue can be avenged And glorified vice condemned. Cause darling, sometimes the rolling dice, Does give one, you know. And sometimes, just sometimes, you get a six too. Cause darling, storytelling is magic. Even though it may be black at times, You see, It's all a matter of perspective. COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
Image credit to the rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.
I tried my hand at turncoat poetry, the results of which are in front of you.
Wrote this while I was supposed to be studying and got a nice scolding, but I believe all the pain is worth it when it comes to writing.
This is Part 1 of the 'You Complain' series. I was going to just leave it at 'You Complain', but then decided that 'Storytelling' was a better title. The second part of 'You Complain' will be up soon.