8th Slice Of A Soul Poem by ANINDYA GANGULY

8th slice of a Soul

"How did I enter this chaotic realm? "
I asked Lucifer while waiting to die,
"By deciding to remain mute, deaf and blind."
Death replied while splicing a slice from my soul.

That was the deal, he answers my doubts
And I pay the price as parts of my soul in return.
"For your sins you owe to life and death."
He said, as he ate my soul, ripe and fresh.

"Is there a pathway to evade this madness? "
I sought to quench the thirst of my conscience.
"To evade madness, you need to be sane."
He answered as he mutilated my soul again.

"Is there actually a heaven within the hell? "
I asked trying to seal whatever left of the deal
"If an ignorant believes in Life and Death
So, there too lives a monk too cater lies in crate."

As Death feasted on another piece
Of the soul that remained and bled
I asked to Death with a little doubt
"How many pieces are there for you to feast? "

"This is the fourth piece of the soul that you reaped
You offered me this ripped bit without value, for free"
He answered and smiled and sliced me into half
Whatever remained of a dilute form of me was to be served.

"How is life clocked by the potency of Death
Why does some live for ages, and some just pop up dead? "
"People call it Karma, some call it fate
The tick-tock flip-flops what remains, in an echo too irate."

Digging on the fifth bit of the soul that I sowed
Death seemed pretty bored and tired of me
And asked me, "Could we go? "
"Yes, just three more questions to go, I guess? "

I said, and he smiled, "Two more left my friend, i guess."
He replied tricking me to cut further into one quarter of mine.
With two questions left I thought, what to ask?
"Is there anyway to evade death? " Without musing much I asked.

"To evade death you must trick me first,
To spare whatever the part in you remains
And I shall let you live as long, as your trick lives and rein."
Death answered and cut me more, with just a slice to go.

Since then I never spoke, or uttered a word, or smiled again
Death awaits for me to talk and feast on the last piece of me
Its been eons and I have withered and aged, and now I must go
I smiled to Death and said, "Let's Go, Lucifer, my friend."

As the final question was never honestly sowed.
And we walked arm in arm to the Gates of Hell, with smiles on our face.
The eight piece never dried, but lived on for eternal sunshines
As I lived in the dearths of bliss, where Heaven in Hell truly exist.

Anindya Ganguly (c)2018