Aayushi Saxena

Rookie - 228 Points (11-12-1990 / Agra- India)

Saint Lucifer - Poem by Aayushi Saxena

I feel his thoughts flow through me
In the times when I knew him not
We dreamt the same dreams
Hummed the same melodies

I feel him burning through my blood streams
He leaf time and again the miserable reminiscences
With the faint radiance of his personal
Digging me deep and more

Under the night sky
I stand, dressed for sundown
Satin powerless to swathe malice
Naked in the face of the pricey

Retrospective mind’s eye
Feeding the untamed desires
To fork and re-fork the prospect of life
It is madness in a compelling manner

I conquered what I feared the most
An impression I possessed
But not for long
My illusions were busted before long

The fearsome face of the devil
Stared right through the polished mirrors
He seemed familiar but different in assorted traditions
He haunted me from over my shoulders but not for long

Now when I have met the evil inside myself
I blind myself on events
And let him free in this pitiless world
To wake up content and with no memory to recall

He makes me a worse version of myself, a fact I know well
But not always friends are superior to foes
While you despise him, he bring me stories from the sinister land
And I name him Saint Lucifer

Topic(s) of this poem: darkness, demons


Comments about Saint Lucifer by Aayushi Saxena

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (12/3/2015 3:04:00 PM)


    Now when I have met the evil inside myself. a great realization of ones own self..... a good poem. God bless you always and be always with you to free you from the so called Saint Lucifer. thank you tony (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (12/2/2015 2:45:00 PM)


    We have blamed our actions on the influence of evil entities instead of our own nature. Convenient excuse for millennia. Thanks, Aayushi (Report) Reply

    Aayushi Saxena Aayushi Saxena (12/3/2015 2:30:00 AM)

    Thanks for reading..

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/2/2015 4:31:00 AM)


    He makes me a worse version of myself, a fact I know well
    But not always friends are superior to foes
    While you despise him, he bring me stories from the sinister land
    And I name him Saint Lucifer

    Beautiful lines expressing great poetic talent, thanks for sharing
    (Report) Reply

    Aayushi Saxena Aayushi Saxena (12/2/2015 4:52:00 AM)

    Thanks for the read...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2015



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