Defender

He heard my heart

Calling his name

Among other voices

That echoed in his brain.

Getting up from his throne,

He started walking towards me.

His endless cloak of fire

Dragging on the sea.

He ran some distance,

Some he decided to fly.

His eyes of sealed charcoal

Matched the moonless sky.

Reaching my home

After traveling hundreds of miles.

He straightened his clothes

Wearing his crooked old style.

“Ahem!”

He entered my room

Without knocking the door.

Ignorant of his presence, I

Continued my crying chore.

He kneeled down

″I heard your calling.”

Unable to scream,

My fear began crawling.

Every second his face changed

From foul to fascinating

Like an age old painting filled

With colours nauseating.

His long black hair

Shining with people’s pain.

Every hidden root saying

Abel was murdered by Cain.

His fingers nestling

In the whims of ours.

Devouring every lick,

Snapping every hour.

His robe eclipsing

The sins which revel

From murders to assault

Done in the name of Devil.

Fickly legs being pillars

For the beggar’s deal.

Hands holding the distraught

Punching their Achilles’ heel.

Lustful lips ~ red and loud

Shouting abuses.

Eager ears ~ grey and thirsty

Waiting for excuses.

Those are the things

I heard from various people

But he felt different, something

Like the Sun in winter season.

He held my arms and

Sat beside me on the bed

With so much warmth

I had more tears to shed.

I could hear his dead heart

As I put my face on his chest.

My neck, a piano for his fingers

Pressing keys to relieve my stress.

“Why bad things happen to me?”

“What are you doing here?”

“How am I supposed to live?”

“Do you even care?”

“Why am I like this?”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“How will my situation get better?”

“Do you have any clue?”

Darting these questions at him

Like shooting stars across a field

He said, ”Let me touch your soul

And you’ll soon be healed.”

Quietly, I let him inside.

I was all his to explore.

Nodding at every blink of his

Giving all he asked for.

I started sobbing harder,

The solution was in my reach.

He felt like a caring buddy

With lots of advice to teach.

He put my head on his lap.

Stroking my hair.

My tears dropping on him,

Water sizzling those flares.

″Sshh.. my friend. Don’t cry

I had those same questions

Same feelings of doubt and

Same oppressions.

It was God who made me

And put me through those adversity

Shouldn’t I be rewarded

When I did everything perfectly?

Doing what was already written

By the one who knows all

So how did I do anything different

Why should I suffer the fall?”

And he continued on

Narrating his days of old glory

I slept listening to his lullaby

And his dejected story.

He left me and flew away

My calm breathing intense

The happiness I always wanted

Was what my soul sensed.

Like the bursting of volcanoes

Under the cold oceans

Explosions of sensations

While the pain gets frozen.

Every kindness in me twisted

Like a rope held by heavy weight.

Every immoral intention

Found an open gate.

Every dream of my life was

Mixed by intoxicating coke

I started loving my existence

Filled with delusional smoke.

I felt satisfying peace as

I had him as my defender

Flying in the sky was the

Smile of a wicked offender.

×∞ Adin

4 March 2021