There is an angel….

There is an angel.... short poem

There were tears when you came,

There were tears when you left,

When you were born they gave you a name.

That after you went, but few would recollect.

They pulled you down like a tower,

They hunted you out for your laughter,

They dispersed your petals like a flower,

They judged you in the before and the after.

They turned away your madness like from a mirror,

They tried to put out your tears with fire,

Your helplessness disturbed their feeling of power,

They tried to straighten your sadness with ire.

They were simply afraid they would become you,

They were simply worried their infallibility was not true,

They simply wanted their black to smother your blue,

Their cocky separateness fled from your glue.

One day their clarity will deafen them like a bell,

One day their uprightness will discard them like a spell,

One day their morality will dry up like a well,

One day their proud wings will also refuse to travel.

Once day their dust will be as good as your dust,

One day their glory will also be a fallen down bust,

One day their love will become as profane as their lust,

One day their core will be as shallow as their crust.

So keep diving deeper till you lose yourself in the depth,

So keep unrolling the string till you run out of length.

This is dance of life, this is dance of death,

Don’t stay breathless till you run of breath.

There is an angel who waits just for those who have run out of tears,

There is a sky waiting for them, just where the cloud clears.

There is lullaby being sung for them which no one hears,

There is a eternity waiting for them just where time disappears.

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Swathi Rao

Good one.. I had written something similar long back, and connect to these thoughts. One has to wonder at the races, and at the spite..when, we all are going to land eventually, at the same place…

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

It is hard to distinguish the angels. They now have clipped wings. Or else, so modest to show them.


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