REVENGE- A THERAPY

Revenge - a Therapy

I embarked on a journey to the tallest mount;

There was a will to conquer the heights and to be crowned.

My Head held high and eyes staring the peak;

And I made my truce with drudgery and pique.

I had been there before, as a titan I had been there before;

It enslaved me, the mount, with offers it made me implore.

A faded image of my past it was, mocking me that mount;

Deceived by flattery, the titan now a slave that surmount.

A whip of insults flaying my skin;

Left battered by wounds, of an unforgettable sin.

Uprooted me from consciousness, plunged me into oblivion;

That sly gaze, then a frown, sarcasm it did blazon.

And now it stands here again, mighty; puffed with pride;

But I tread the path not in greed of fame or to chide.

Driven by self, driven by surge, Impelling towards the peak;

A Knife’s edge it is they said, and chances are bleak.

I chose to bleed nevertheless;

So, let it end this way, I shall not fade to nothingness.

And then those blistered feet stepped on its chest with fierce;

I carried the pennant, and its heart I did pierce.

Now it’s done, some called it revenge;

But it wasn't just mine to avenge.

For me it was a duty, a duty towards my sanity;

Men, they called it Vengeance, for Titans it was therapy.

ANESTHESIA

ANESTHESIA

I found myself surrounded by Pain;

I found myself in guilt and shame.

I looked around and all was red;

No black No white, it all was red.

I saw my hand the skin was torn;

I took a cloth, stolen from another born.

And then I saw a man in the mist;

His hands gloved; his feet swift.

He took me to a tavern, offered a sip;

He spoke little, was tight lipped.

I was crying for the loss of my kind;

I called for them but none replied.

He then gently pressed my arm, he asked me to breathe;

 It shall hurt but give you peace.

And then I got that prick, a prick to relieve;

Anesthesia, it puts me to sleep.

It went down the vein, soothing the pain;

But all was not gone, some still remained.

Like shadows they haunt me, my eyes shut;

They paralyze me, creatures of the past, cruel and corrupt.

Anesthesia, it puts me to sleep;

Killing the pain, but made me weep.

On their knees they beg, souls taken.

Left in hermitage, they scream, the forsaken.

Anesthesia it puts me to sleep;

Killing the Pain, but made me weep.

Then gently I open my eyes, I see his hands;

I see no color; I see no creed, his hands torn like me.

And then he whispers to me……..

There is too much pain to relieve;

Anesthesia only puts you to sleep;

Kills the pain but makes you weep.

- ARUN DEV KUMAR