The Dark side of a coin

The Boy’s wish

Crystalline baubles daubed in silvers

Lo, there against the concrete floor lay

A riot of color candies; his favorite blue.

feasting the wafts, yet hungry he did stay.

As Christmas carols to a tuned song flew

From Barbie’s baritone dripping honey dew

Alas! Filling in the luxuries with lusty eyes

his rags allowed nothing but a voyeur’s vice.

Green fingers that weren’t

Frosted fingers wipe away the haze

windows wet under the starry snowflakes

As every shiny coin shattered the silence

two lonely eyes met his furtive gaze.

Of Profit and loss his mind did burn,

not a green back his hands could churn.

The EXIT his hardened heart could show

No remorse!!, to no GOD he would bow.

At the shopkeeper’s funeral

Piercing the azure clouds were ochre spears,

in darkness yet he against his wish stayed.

Now adorned in vibrant hues of gloom

was his teakwood coffin solemn and staid.

Amidst a shower of melodramatic tears,

adieus were spoken in distasteful haste.

To the final voyage as his soul strayed;

For true love there was no room to waste.

                                                                     

Heaven’s doors

Yo there! You shall not hither by pass

thy Gabriel’s assent yet unspoken.

Once done deeds of benevolence;

thee’s soul save they luckily might.

But to your stench of ruthless sins,

hell’s bowels would show no respite.

As heaven’s doors on his face spurned

senses stirred ; his misdeeds he mourned.

PS: This poem is a satire on the way life strikes backs at you. The shopkeeper who never bothered anything other than money succeeded in showing the EXIT to an innocent boy. After his demise he is shown the exit when his misdeeds fail to open the heaven’s doors; he repents but to no avail.