rahul unnikrishnan

Journey To The Devil

it was my day,
my time had come at long last,
i was going on to pay,
for crimes and sins of long past.

i was pulled out of my body,
as if leashed on an invisible hook,
i felt no happiness and not at all moody,
for this was predictable eventhough many years it took.

i walk towards the gate forboding and huge,
where st peter stood smiling and waiting,
he opened a book and let out a deluge,
of everyting i did while is stood there hating.

listening to my own acts and thoughts,
for which i was now to beg repentance,
while my body ...