Black clouds roil around,
Hell fire burns my skin,
Yellow sky spews acids,
Dogs chase me, dripping jowls.
Their madness creeps into me,
Their eyes wild and remorseless,
I try to run away from this life,
Tears and desperation ally,
The barking canines grab me.
I raise my arms and cry out
'Narayanaaaaaaaaa.....'
They were killing me, and I
Want that to be my last word.
And then I wake up.
Tell me, Kanha,
What is the purpose of that-
Nightmare?
But again I want more,
More of those nightmares,
Because they are an excuse,
To call out to you even while-
Deep in slumber- Hibernating.
Just like my life lived awake,
A nightmare of grotesque scales,
But you are still my salvation.....
Waking me up- to THE Reality.....
Waking me up- to YOU...
YOU ARE READING
Searching- A saga ✔
PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...
