Rajdeep Mazumder


Hell Bound - Poem by Rajdeep Mazumder

I
The hour was late, the night forlorn,
As I walked apace all alone,
Pondering deep in uncertain lore,
Of dreaded dreams never retold.
The hour was late, the night forlorn,
As I longed for the fire in my home.

Sudden the stars twinkled no more,
The night was silent like never fore,
And from pits of hell, of blood and gore,
Came forth the reaper with an evil roar.
Sudden the stars twinkled no more,
And dreaded I stood upon hell’s door.

II
In icy spite he spoke to me,
“Behold mortal, I come for thee,
Your days of greed, of sinful spree,
Are slain and nevermore to be.”
In icy spite He spoke to me,
“Let go your soul, bestow it to me...”

In terror I sought to run in vain,
For surely I must have gone insane.
Seeing visions on empty lanes,
For stead of hell, evil lives in men.
In terror I sought to run in vain,
But found myself bound in chains.

III
“Thou shall not escape from me,
There is no place for dammed to flee,
On hills or plains, on land or sea,
The gates of hell will wait for thee.
Thou shall not escape from me,
Nevermore shall thou be free.”

Though gates of hell burn hot and grim,
To bide for time I spoke to him,
“A condemned man must know his sin
the reason he burns made known to him.
Though gates of hell burn hot and grim,
Speak demon, what have you seen? ”

IV
Spoke he, ” I saw thee bathe in bile,
Give up love, to gold beguile,
In other’s anguish I saw your smile,
In greed I saw your truth defiled.
Spoke he, “I saw thee bathe in bile,
I saw you rot all the while.”

“All your life thou fought for gold,
Let burn all songs of love unfold,
No glory to praise, no valor to hold,
All friendships lost to the tales of old.
All your life thou sought for gold,
And so your soul is mine to hold.”

V
I felt me fall through mortal lands.
As I saw him nod and sway his hands,
And as I fell an eternity spanned,
All rotting bodies spilling livers and glands,
I felt me fall through earth and land,
And knew a hundred lifetimes span.

I screamed and begged, I cried and plead,
In the burning land where all sinners bled,
Naked, rotten, on each other fed,
All were burning and all were dead.
I screamed and begged, I cried and plead,
And hoped that I was yet undead.

VI
A man stood yonder without a head,
And from his neck oozed molten lead,
He held his heart still dripping red,
And inside his ribs was a spider stead.
A man stood yonder without a head,
Such was the fate his envy bred.

A woman screamed and shrieked beside,
Her bones laid bare, nothing to hide.
Drenched in vomit, the unfortunate bride,
Spit out snakes that withered and died.
A woman screamed and shrieked beside,
And so she burned for her pride.

VII
And yonder still a man in fest,
Of his own flesh and human waste.
He swallowed all in terrible haste,
And choked in misery and distaste.
And yonder still a man in fest,
His insides spilling from his waist.

I saw a girl hung upside down,
Her breasts cut off, her lips were sown,
Now and then she was flung around,
In pain she screamed without a sound.
I saw a girl hung upside down,
And thus in hell lust shed its gown.

VIII
The man of wraith was angry still,
For demons fed him broiling spleens.
No legs or hands, his chest cut clean,
With a human bone stuck between.
The man of wraith was angry still,
In purgatory his fate fulfills.

A fiend or beast or may be both,
Sat and chew bits off the sloth.
Rats came crawling out his throat,
Twice the size of nature’s growth.
A fiend or beast or may be both,
bites the fingers off the sloth.

IX
Everywhere I looked around,
Pain and anguish was all I found.
Hell-fire in every sinner unbound,
Enduring bites of a hundred hounds.
Everywhere I looked around
Mutilated bodies on the ground.

In despair to the Gods I prayed,
“Forgive me for my sins unpaid,
A thousand times I seek your aid,
Nevermore shall I be strayed.”
In despair to the Gods I prayed,
in hope that my hell be unmade.

X
Sudden the stars twinkled once more,
And night was speaking just like fore.
I found myself on the grassy floor,
looked and saw no blood or gore.
Sudden the stars twinkled once more,
The gates of hell now left on yore.

In gladness I stood up on my feet,
And ran in joy down the street,
“Oh! It was a dream, a sure deceit,
No hell exists, nor heaven sweet.”
In gladness I stood up on my feet,
And convinced me of a sure deceit.

But alone in nights when I lie,
I sometimes hear them plead and cry
Of whispering cold that silently sighs,
One by one I hear them die.
Alone in nights when I lie,
I hear the ripper breathing nigh.

Topic(s) of this poem: dark, death, suffering


Comments about Hell Bound by Rajdeep Mazumder

  • (8/31/2015 4:17:00 AM)


    Superb imagination and a beautiful projection of human limitations. Enjoyed the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Sanjukta Nag (8/30/2015 11:41:00 PM)


    a wonderfully well knitted poem with a nice flow of rythm.. well done poet! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015



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