Demons Come Alive! Poem by Vartika Pandey

The curtains on the windows fall
To shroud the sweet scent of roses
And make the moon look gall
There are times I forget to pray
I trust the tragedy for a prolonged stay
In my wrecked home on a winter night
Demons come alive.

I must welcome my unwelcome guests
Surrender to them with servitude,
They are loyal than the rest.
The redeemers from my lonely stage
Of exchanging gazes with the void in page
If I discover torment in the murmur of hymns
Demons come alive.

How I presume my lover sent them
As I nourished them with my distress
Returning the love that was once lent.
In the time that clocks can’t show again
Those little seconds your love stained
To see tears in some stony eyes
Demons come alive.

Oh! They come alive and live
For me, from me, adhere with me
As lifelong mates, in writing of fates
I take my vows and become their widow!

They intended to petrify me
But little did they know
That fear fades with fading age
Like sunshine on the snow.

They brought venom from my beloved
And roses from my foe.

They took away all parts of me
And fed on bits and pieces of my heart
I had hoped one day, that I would be free.
They chained me to that wrecked home
And I stayed forever to see, just see
Those demons flourish, to live and be
Somehow more alive than me

So in dark I stay, in a long lost way
In one last breath, I can only say
When something dies on the inside
Demons come alive.