They tell me that this is but earth,
With every action I dangerously flirt,
With my last ride to either heaven or hell,
I disagree - It’s a different theory I sell.
We already take a trip while down here,
Heaven and Hell through trust and fear,
Heaven in the truth shining in your eyes,
Hell through the raging fire of my lies.
A little God in every moment we share,
Heaven when we found love so rare.
A little Devil in every temptation so sweet,
Hell of the faith I loose leave me weak.
The cool white clouds of your smile,
Take me to heaven for a while.
The burning storm ripping across your face,
Take me to hell – out of love and grace.
Not sure of the route planned for me,
Won’t it be wise to be wild and free?
For I may never get to visit hell,
Or even get to ring St Peter’s bell.
Might as well take a trip both ways,
Before my time comes, in my living days.
4 comments:
very thought provoking indeed!!
maybe we should forget abt the past and the future.....and strive to make the best of the present!
u know what? all this is easier said than done!
This has to be so far the best of your poems/writings. Not sure what exactly I like - maybe the central theme, maybe the presentation, but mostly I think it is the bit of your soul that shines through.
You, my friend, have rung St. Peter's bell at least two times over.
best,
Prarthna
I liked this one better than the last one
-Isha
It may sound so repetitive to u now.
But very well written. Good work
-Tarun
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