Sufferings

Sufferings bring you closer to God

So we all know.

Not God; but The God.

A chance, though dim,

is what if

It is this suffering

That He inflicts is

So that we don’t come too close to Him?

Sufferings are known

To have the powers

To change one’s course,

Neither by persuasion, nor by force.

Are we coming too close?

To Him? His plans? And Him?

What if

We know so much

That We reject Him and His plans.

Is this why the cruel command?

Is this why the Holocene Extinction?

Is this why We must end?

And till then

Closer to sufferings We remain

Than to Him.

When the night falls

It's a dim silence,
when your demons come smirking.
and you,
wounded by their laughter,
defeated by their love.
the ties that once made you swing,
today hang so limp.
what the so-called fighter
can do,
and you,
either too strong or too slave.
in the new light,
only you and your night it is,
and the Gods play naive.

from it all

That day was a day

But what a day

I saw a bitch

Running from one end to another

And her pups running after her

Milk they wanted

Tired she was

So she wanted

Some time off

Time off

From duties, responsibilities

Just what we need

But don’t get

If only we could die a little

And then resume life

A little break

From it all

And then a plunge

Yet again

And again

Pity a cycle doesn’t end

Somewhere a circle

Must be needing a break

It doesn’t have to be endless

It suffocates the existence

A little away

A little death

And then back again

Fresh to life

Fresh with life