I shut the outside world
And hide in my dungeons alone
With Conscience tinkering my head
And Fear gripping my heart
Every day I go through the same ordeal
Removing outer Façade layer by layer
Gathering courage to face the real me
The devastated soul that I ruthlessly murdered
The person inside me is so evident
That I see two faces when I see the mirror
He glares at me with such hostile eyes
That it pierces right through my bones
Though I am good at the act of pretense
The stranger scares me to hell
Rolling in the deep oceans of my iniquitous deeds
It Stimulates memories of my wretched sins
Suddenly the stranger turns away
Refusing my every justification
Lamenting, I beg it to turn and see
But the perverse soul simply discard my plea
Infuriated I hurl a stone at him
Splitting him into voluminous pieces
He now gaze back with million eyes
Each accusing me of annihilation
Exposed, I succumb under my own guilt
Use one eye as my gateway to other world
Maybe the Stranger won't follow
And at last I'll be at peace
You can feel the passion in every line of this. It's intense and so beautiful. Please keep writing, this is amazing!
Allegory.A person with conscience can kill the dark faces of sins.We should have conscience.The style of write is nice.
Dear Poet Sikha, your poem is great! But your conscience is so strong so why do you want to kill it? It will make you a perfect person by the grace of God Inshallah and only then you will find peace of mind! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Omg.. its a nice poem with a silence touch to the softest part of our image... verywell writren. Nice job dearly