Demons and Angels

The formation

of thy identity.

Baptising with 

one name or the other.

Angelic Tsars

and Demonic communists,

Heavenly French elites

Guillotined by the socialist devils.

Illuminati:cursed for what they believe.

'Death of a Feminist'

Harlem- Witches, they were.

If thee, Lucifer,

speakth of Revolution,

I'd be damned with thee to hell.

I wonder,

If thy evil is innate
How is it created?
What is the origin? 

Goddess of L.O.V.E

Aphrodite! (ma'am)

I seriously don’t know what to say…..

You and your L-O-V-E.

Crazy and beautiful as you are

Make ups and romantic stalking

With young or old, married or single.

What was your political statement when you sent

Mark Antony at cross roads with Cleopatra?

Was it only about Paris and Helen that you cared of?

Like a Trojan war is a kid’s mere foolery,

In front of your great love?

Was showing off way important in your list

With a worthless infatuation

Of a Romeo and a Juliet

And even a sinful suicide?

Aphrodite, thee Goddess of Love…..

I defy!

The only thing I like about you is

Your own truthfulness

Of making out with Ares

Behind your cripple’s back.

An email to a Titan

Subject: An email to a Titan.

Sender: XOXO

Email: Prometheus@hotmail.com

Hey dude !

Prom ! How di?

Hope you are having fun

Stuck on that rock

With vultures feeding

From your stupid good heart !

At least you seem to carry

An eternal taste,

In compared to

Fast food these days, you know.

Oh ! By the way,

I almost forgot to tell you,

From that little flame of fire

That you took such cheap pleasure in giving

To a bunch of monkeys

Who think they are some smart asses,

They have gained empires

Dining their own flesh and blood

Killing their own and pulverizing Pan.

When you, my fellow, gave out

That double-edged fire

You accidentally blew the light off

Of those crooked monkeys’ hearts for good.

No wonder you are suffering for an eternity !

Nothing personal, man !

Best Regards,

XOXO.

Difference.........

I do not believe in God

Well… at least not the anarchic one that we know

Not the capital ‘G’ of narcissism

Who damned Lucifer to hell.

But I do believe in God

Someone not judgmental for who we are

Larger force beyond infinity

The clash of Anti matter-science-theological Being (I like Dan Brown)

Is too horrible to imagine but Yes!

Something quite closer to it or far better,

With a sense, a feeling, a touch, a beauty, everything,

 Yes, I do.

I do believe in God,

Who is within you, within me

And everywhere.

He is the circle that we run around,

The Unexplained Creation.

The Son,

Father,

Mother,

Every possible and impossible thing.

Beyond the imagination of a weakling brain.

A better soul than what we human call God.

Fate!

Wriggle thee, my child

From the womb

With unconscious eyes.

Pure scent of ‘Tabula Rasa’

Fading away

In front of the wolfish eyes

Of Priests, mentors, messiahs and ideologies.

Total purity

Guillotined in the Garden of Bonsai…

Oozing the immortality

Of utter innocence.

 And throwing the left over

Into the process of Socialization:

Re-incarnating a member

That answers not for nature

But for all the mafia-institutions.

Fate !

Is yours my child !

Dare

I am what I am

True  !

People call me selfish.

May be they talk sense after all!

But I can’t help

Being what I am,

Standing for my needs, wants and selections

And for myself all together.

The Altruistic Hells burn

Inviting me to utter misery

For being disobedient,

Promising me eternal suffering

For not dumping the responsibility on Eve

(Or wasn’t it the serpent who messed everything up?)

And for not trying to crawl back

To the Garden from where my ancestors were chased out.

Despite promised damnation

I dare seek Freedom;

Not the one they promised

But the one I could trust and feel within my nature.

Bitterness.......

As Sweet as it ever can be................

'Me' and 'Space'

Behold!
My foot steps....
Behind me
And before me!
Have I been here before?
No recollection!
Unawareness of a deepening Blankness.
A masked being?
Only but the ghostly steps,   

Here and there I see.
Was I here?
Me?
Or was it some one else?
Or some one else like 'Me'?
Whose foot steps are these?
And those?
And those too!
Where have I been?
Wondering?
Did I know the way,
When I passed this space?
Or is this the same place?
Was it the same 'Me' and same 'Space'
or
A same but different 'Me'
In the same but old 'Space! 

(But, is there some one really called 'Me'?)
Then,
Who ever and where ever I may be;
Do I know
Where I go, right now?
With my foot steps following me and walking in advance........
Here I am,
Standing and wondering,
Not accepting, 
or deliberately forgetting, 
With no attempt to understand........
That 'Lost' is the word that I should be applying!

For this invisible puzzle of 'Me' and 'Space'.

Blue and the Demon

Why Blue?

Who painted thee in Blue?

Are you really the Demon?

Or Caliban?

Painted in our eyes by Prospero?

Or Othello Perhaps?

Colour washed by the Dramatist himself!

Which one is blue?

I cannot tell you apart!

The demon, Caliban and Othello.

Blue or is it black?

The colour…..

Painting the bright Lucifer in dull Blue!

Being artistic I guess:

Just a different skin………….

Well…..All the Demons are Blue (or Black?)

Do I see any crudeness?

No…..guess it’s just my eyes.

On Parting.......

When you are in this deadly slumber,

Dressed in pure white

With pearls around your smooth neck:

Reflecting my tear drops.

I envy your white cloths,

Dim light and dark silence

Which have become closer to you

More than I had ever been.

Shameless jealousy,

Inside my poor heart;

About the milky silks

That have created a so long a gap

Between you and I.

When the shovels dig

In short black cracks,

The monstrous earth

Opens widely his reddish mouth

To drag in

The Only; the one and only source

That could lighten my soul.

Alas! Pardon me

For envying the slimiest worm

That will be on her smooth body:

Unlike me,

Struggling with our memories

Back home, all alone.

People drop in and out,

Some wonder how quickly she had gone.

And some more preaching

That once I myself have foolishly done.

But how hard it is……

When reality thrusts itself so hard upon one,

How hard when it dawns…..

How deep and painful is the wound.

Hail Brutus!

Thy Knife;

Its wrath and laughter,

Poisoned dictator blood.

Brutus,

In thy womb;

Blooms the child of equality,

Fathered by democracy.

Anthony! 

Thy words for a second,

Held the power that made Blinded Civilians

Lament His death; the justifiably unjust murder!

He stands for Empire not for Cleopatra!

The Empire fathered by an Emperor.

Thy murder;

The death of an Empire but freedom of an entire world.

I do not say "Y Thu Brute?"

But say; "You are Brutus!"

Faustus' Roses.........

Faustus!

Being born

From thy damned soul.....

Your immortal children

Plays with the Energy

Like artificial alliterations

In a blank verse,

They grow Blue Roses

All over the earth.

 Like a promise

Of Satan,

Genes 

Temporarily hath changed the hue.

Eve just ate

A single forbidden fruit.

But we

Under the pact with the Devil

Grow,

Acres and acres of

Blue Roses......

The forbidden flowers

In Eden.

Faustus!

Would thy children

Be able

To secure their souls

At the end of Twenty years of perfect wisdom?

I wonder.......

High above!

I like the sky,

For its colours…..

For the mesmerizing beauty it holds….

Wonders that we can never touch.

I am thankful for the sky,

For holding the sun, moon and stars;

Just imagine,

If the Sky decides to throw away the rainbow

How dull a life could become!

I like the way sky changes

Because it brings a surprise every time.

And more than everything,

I love the feeling I get

When I look up and see

A shelter above my life.

The Fallen Angel......

I am a fallen angel.

Self denied salvation.

Breathing chaos.

My eternity

Is burning in

A beautiful blue flame.

It is not for light

But for darkness

That I fell.

When I could not find you;

In light, in order.....

Missing my way to heaven,

With broken wings.

I seek no Azazel but you,

Too wounded to be a Satanist.

Where ever you are....

In light or darkness.

With He or the Fallen One,

It does not matter to me,

Because.....

I am willing

To fall again and again

Not for illumination

But for you;

My Light,

My Order.

Sin is but a shadow

That i cannot see in darkness

When i am with you.

To The First Love!

I still remember……

The smiles that we shared

The words we spluttered

Petty but pure was our affections.

I still remember,

The way you walked beside me,

As if you have won the whole world.

The way you locked your eyes in mine

And muttered that you are my lover…..

I still remember

How you treated me;

As if I am a princess,

you took my hand and kissed it

Every morning when we meet each other…..

I still remember,

I still remember, yes I do remember,

That you loved sleeping into rainy days

With little bit of darkness.

Like a fool I left you

Regression is not enough a word,

I left, not knowing that I held a piece of you

Hidden deep In my soul.

Now it’s too late, I know

I can’t turn back time but should go on…..

But until my memories perish,

I will always remember……..

Yes, I will always remember!