16/01/2010

Devil's Own




When the rest of the world epitomises purity.
I embrace darkness in all its glory.
When they worship light and all thats bright.
I worship darkness and all it's blight.
When the rest of the world wants to be an angel.
I end up being the devil's own.
From a Sarah to a Judas, what a change indeed.
From radiant white roses to wrists that bleed.
Its a game I play with the rest of the world.
Thick and fast when the accusations are hurled.
But when I rest in my Hades at last,
Snow would touch me with its white frost.
God will judge me for what is the truth.
Until then I will be the Devil's own.

8 comments:

Tauseef said...

poetically very nice.

A Poetess said...

thank u tauseef..and welcome to my blog.

Parv Kaushik said...

this is a beautiful poem here!!! you have a gift for writing!!

A Poetess said...

thanks Parv...all your comments keep me going!

sawan said...

dark could signify light! :) a treat with words. i wish you have a smile in ur face. god bless you.

parshati said...

have been outta touch with ur works..feels good to be back...and uve matured a lot..n i mean...A LOT..over th past few months...keep t up girl..ur blogs a treat :)

Indrajit said...

Simply awe-inspiring.
One of ur best(as per me)

No words of praise is enough.

"THE BARD WHO DOESNT HAVE TO TRY TOO HARD" said...

really nice..especially.."God will judge me for what is the truth.
Until then I will be the Devil's own."