This was my first effort on writing dark poetry. It was published as a diary post on Mouthshut.com, originally. The inspiration was Edgar Allan Poe, few pegs of Old Monk, a DVD of Apocalypto and a soul-load of bitterness.
The post title is the name of an imaginary Heavy Metal band, I wish I could form and lead.
Days of black smoke roll by, thick and vile
Night’s vein is slit; with a shrill cry blood is dry
Demon’s decency is a demure vice
Drenched in bitter rain of cold fire, wry…..
I spit the venom; turn my head to the mirror
Face to face with the dread, my horror
I embrace the torment of hell, and smile…..
To dance with the devil, on a moonlit night.
(And this is the kind of evil verse,
After drinking five pegs, I write.)
One of my blogger friend Main_chup cared to translate it into Hindi. I think it’s better than the original. Here goes….
Kaale Dhuyein se bhara din guzra, gaadhaa aur darinda sa
Raat ki nas kati, cheekh uttha, sookha khoon
Haiwaan ki sharafat ek shaant khanjar hai
Thande aag mein bheegi si ek kutil muskaan
Vish ugal ke dekha maine darpan ki ore
Khud apna hi bhayanak chehra
Aalingan mein liya maine narak kee yantrana ko
Aur chandani raat mein nritya karne ek Haiwaan ke saath…
PS: Artworks are not mine and were sourced from the internet.
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