A Modern Dream
A Modern Dream
One night ,
When everything seemed normal
In the Lake House,
A fox made a slithering attempt to penetrate.
Then came a storm where everything went silent
Except his mind that fathered a child of abomination.
Now the roaring screeched his name in the wind
Telling the world of Giaour!
Not ready to accept how this came to be
Or what he did do actually,
His mind was baffled, so was his conscience.
Something was not natural of his creation.
With every passing moment, the lid on his soul
Started begetting cracks ,like roots in the mud, to the netherworld!
"Oh, hell NO ", cried he to thy self
Pining for redemption that was nowhere to be found.
Was it the thirst for blood or search for the damned human souls? -
What was more important to him now!
So many questions that withered in the air
When the fox made an attempt,
Bound his-self to eternal fire
Revolving in Yeats' s gyre!
Coming Out
He shout -
" This gate here belongs to the tattered being of
Frankenstein,
Ye can not enter. "
And this is how
A Poet was reborn after a nightmare
That you hardly care!