Like a creature of the night he lurks around,
Hidden behind the curtains of his own skin,
Like silence, like echos of his own sound,
He holds the screams within,
Broken reflections, broken bridges, leaving nothing in between,
For the Devils are fallen angels,
And the Gods can be prideful beasts,
Known to some and to others mere strangers,
Somethings are wants while others are needs,
To lust is to hunger, to hunger is to starve,
Today he is skin and bone,
Tomorrow he will be ashes,
For even the Gods are put to dust,
And the devils are crowned...
-©Pratibha Badgal AA
All the posts under the name Pratibha Badgal AA are my own.
