In times as these
The whole world worships
The darkness, the devil
The one with a twisted faith
And cradling loose morals
Bad boys to gangsters
Everything evil, wicked
Becomes attractive.
Like a moth youths go near the flame
And lose themselves in the mayhem.
Yet, once I had felt pity
And wrote poems on such insanity
On devils, beasts and fallen angels
Never knowing why I do it.
What I had searched outside in the world
Seeking to love and care for a fallen angel as them
As time passed by, the impossible happened
When I touched upon a glittering fact
That maybe, I had been thee, my past a glorious fall
Into the abyss.
What I had seen, wished to see outside in the world
I had become
And probably I know now
That it's hard to be a villain
Harder than all the quotes and movies you know
Because it isn't sweet
It's bitter
When you see your loved ones leaving you
And you can't stop their end
Because they died for you
Because of you
The world will blame you
For things you never did
But have a hand still.
With all these accusations and burden you must walk
And strive for enlightenment
Even Ravana had reached heaven
So if you try even a little bit
Lucifer can become the angel again.
Rebuild the world
For past is just a lighthouse
Telling the way ahead can be tough
But never impossible!
BINABASA MO ANG
Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest "The pang of separation, the loss of love... A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem." I decided to not end this book and continue it. The central theme is spi...
