The beast that returns

Shrieking solemnly in disharmony

Wails darken the church sanctum

Like an opera crescendo

Interlaced with devil drums

Shattered prayers turned

Into ripped angel wings

That stay like velvet remnants

of an opera gown, on a once

opulent church ceiling

A choir solemnly surprised

Singing a last silent note

Easter in hell, Easter in hell

mothers who bit their tongue’s 

hold their prayers, as they watched

Blood gushing into pews and aisles

droplets of blood, a river, a river, a river

that drained all venom

that washed all the shards

decorated, dressed flesh

flesh of gutted bodies

into pews and aisles


They were praying

With all of themselves

Attentive to the message

Of resurrection.


As the rocking psychedelic 

Madness halted itself

It was noticed 

That a beast walked over

a purple slushy ocean

An entire city seething inside

it’s ominously bloated belly


It was also noticed

that the skies became overcast

With millions of butterflies

In myriad colors of rich disdain

They fluttered into the dusk

A waltz of life performed

As grandiose as there ever was one



Day 21 and 22

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

3 thoughts on “The beast that returns

  1. Frequent acts of killings by rapid bigot beasts are tearing apart the sensitive soul
    of the poet.
    Rampant madness of misguided elements are vividly reflected by the artists and writers in their creations
    Perhaps sanity may return when some divine voice again gives a clarion call of ” sarbat ka Bhalla” and invokes Almighty with the words of Saint fakir Guru Nanak ”
    “Ate mar piye kurlani tain ki dard na Aya.” Oh Almighy the humanty is crying due to extreme sufferings inflicted on it by the tyrants , do you not feel their pain oh God?”
    But when shall sanity return?
    Meanwhile the poet perhaps need to look to the rosier side to give rest to her
    Traumatised mind.
    God Bless


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