Mellifluous Melancholy

A Poem by Kushal

Abashed by the Satanic Presence of the dark heinous falls of death,
Gob smacked by the barbaric consequences of excruciating pain,
rusted and disintegrated by the unrecognizable,
mysterious shadows of transparent doubt,
Narrowed by the foretold past,
Cornered by the ignominious present
And mutilated by the unpredictable future,
I stand still.....
I stand still,
at a distance from my unforgivable misdeeds
that had forced me to tackle the Olympian appearances of confusion.

I see myself nowhere.
Nowhere above, nowhere below.
I'm trapped amidst a void space that has no periphery.
It is constantly closing in on me,
I can't bear this anymore
I'm waiting to be rescued from this impossible labyrinth of psychedelic metamorphosis.

As heavy boulders of anxiety and distrust
Forcibly close my dusty eyes,
I feel a hallowed presence around me,
That seems to be wrought
With profoundly symphonic verses and
An incredibly array of light infused with
Divine Intervention.

Divinity had conquered upon me.
I don't try too hard to open my eyes.
I just leave it closed.

Slowly I take a deep breath,
And I smile.

I was gone.....
I was gone..........

It was my mellifluous melancholy.....