Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Satan's soliliquy


I have no past;
no future either.
Yet
standing at that lazy bent of the street
I still sing.
Why do you try to stifle my voice?
Let me sing.
Are you afraid that
you will see the same God you worship
within the crevices of my soul?
You said I have no right!
Said I am ugly,
revolting, devilish.
But
as many times I peep within
or look into the mirror
I see the same hungry soul
as yours!
you laughed,
but I sing the same symphony
that you do.
I have witnessed the same fireflies
on my finger tips
as yours.
When the morning sulks,
and my mirror forgets to smile,
I cry too, just like you.
and then, at times I wonder,
if you remove your robe
would you be hiding the same ugliness, within,
that I bear on my face?

6 comments:

Rose said...

Powerful stuff. Great:)

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

great and strong words.. loved that craft

The Unknowngnome said...

Yes.

Celestial Dreamz said...

thank you Rose, Priyanka, TUG :)

Steve Isaak said...

Potent, nailed it. :)

Celestial Dreamz said...

thank you Steve Isaak. your appreciation matters.