EVIL

Guarded by the know-alls,
This world’s so beautiful
Flickering hope and discovery
And fire blazing through.

Here, the craving mind finds the altar,
Roars with pride, yet in symphony
Visualizes the pinnacle that none can see
And uplifts spirits and fancy.

Yet, in this path of the ultimate,
Crippled is the self
Subdued and assaulted
By the image of the righteous.

Then I wonder in horror- Is the evil in me or around?

Vicious thoughts then encompass my fragile mind
Sodden and lost- by whims,
It struggles to win ‘thee’
And everybody!

But they identify me, just as matter,
Pretending their values to be absolute.
They negate the existence of the ‘other’,
While their poverty stricken soul watches aghast.

Then I wonder in horror- Is the evil in me or around?

I dig up the graves of ugly wounds
Just to stare and gasp..
Load it with some more ‘red’
And watch the pain in motion.

Then I wonder in horror – Is the evil in me or around?
Then I wonder in horror – Is the evil in me or around?