Lucifer: Chapter 1

Chapter One : Samuel 

Who said the devil can’t feel

He cannot show restrain

He cannot show mercy

Who said the devil
Can’t be in love

Care for someone

Or someone his heart desire.

I have known him

Since the time
has started

For the mortal world

He was a handsome Angel

God gifted

A savior

Of human world

Blond tress,

Marble skin

Like porcelain been sculptured

Eyes so green

Like ocean drowning in itself

A reflection of God

If it existed

The son of Morning

Samuel, every one called him.

He was not someone

To stay here forever

A visitor from another world

A guide, a savior

An angel to look over the mankind

Until it’s ready to watch over itself 

A group of Angels visited

Time to time

But he was different

Even through riding

Same line.

He was kind

He connected to the earth 

Like it’s his home too

And he’s obligated for its survival.

He could feel our pain

Our cries tear his heart

Suffering and diseases

He made his own for us.

I would never forget that day

When I was taking a walk

In the market

Looking at the mighty angel 

Peeking from

underneath my red hood.

I admire his beauty

And his manly posture

His arms and his broad shoulder

His locks and his golden kotino

A glow around him

So brilliant

Like thousand sun burning

But soothing its warmth.

I was so lost

Lost in his magic

Lost in his aura and grace

I didn’t even notice

Where am walking to

As step and fell on the potteries 

The shopkeeper started yelling at me

Before I could say anything

Panicking with all that was going

I wish he didn’t witness this

“Oh!! Such fool I made of myself,

What should I do

What should I do”

I turned quickly to see

If he is looking

“Oh! My unfortunate soul”

He was coming right at me

I panicked

I started running

The pottery maker kept shouting

I thought the entire village

Would run after me now

I ran

I ran

Until my limb couldn’t move 

another inch

I turned to look back

To witness

“Oh! Today this is it.”

When I turn back

He was standing right behind me

I lost my ground 

“Oh! The earth shatter

And I wish I be buried in it.”

But instead 

His strong arms 

grabbed my falling sole

Oh I can be hurt a thousand times 

To do this all over again 

I couldn’t believe 

Am so up close 

I was lost in eyes

Not realizing he was also 

Looking at mine.

Suddenly struck by my sense 

I was so ashamed

I buried my face in my hands

He gentle put me down to sit

And softly touch my hand

To see my face 

I started shaking

I started shivering

“What would he think of me?

My hero, my dream

I am cover in mud and dirt

And you are the prince Charming

Right from the pages of fairytale.”

“What’s your name?”

He asked softly 

But with his incredible voice

It was first time he talked to me

And I couldn’t say a word.

Further on :

Chapter Two - The Reason
Chapter Three – The Angels Return
Chapter Three – Battle at Heaven's Gate
Chapter Four– The Angels Return
Chapter Five - Lucifer Rises
Chapter Six – Pile of Death
Chapter Seven - The Dark Prince

My Clark

Isn’t it great to be with someone who can make all your problems go away jus’ with one kiss, and when he holds you, you feel to be in the safe place where no one or nothing can hurt you, in his company everything is perfect.

Well, since childhood I had always been in love with superman and the mild manner reporter Clark Kent. He was like the perfect husband to me. Then Dean Cain painted both of the characters so well and Teri played Lois Lane, the drama they created jus’ make every teen girl want to trait place with her. Although along with that character comes ample amount of life risking jeopardy but to be the beloved of the Superman and be the wife to Clark Kent in not a very big toll. Truth to be told the 1993 Lois and Clark series makes me fall in love with my childhood hero over and over again and I go back to be a teen again. Everything being so innocent, pure, butterflies flying all over the place, drowning in sweet scented roses and my heart tears up with agony of their (Lois and Clark’s) beautiful love and their constant struggle to be a normal couple. Actual they were normal couple jus’ in a lot of abnormal situations.

As I grew up still being lost in fantasies of marrying my childhood hero, I always stood confused whom my heart truly wants, if I really have to make a decision choosing either Superman or Clark. Won’t you say – Everyone loves superman, he got super-powers. Power is something pulls a woman closer but it not something that keeps her. Think about it - marrying Superman, he is like this doctor on 24X7 on duty or like a marine who’s always away. But he still has time for you, 'coz what completes Superman is the man inside the suit, its Clark Kent. A perfect gentleman, mild mannered, loving, caring, understanding, supporting but above all a brave man standing up for the justice and to help fight against any odds, knowing that you are the most powerful man in the universe and keep it content makes him a true hero. Clark is a superhero even with powers. That’s what makes him a true hero and a great leader. And that's the man I always loved and want to spend my live with. My true childhood hero, wasn’t Superman – It’s always been Clark Kent.

It’s not strength of the man that made him man of steel, it was the strength of his character. And when you think about it we all have Clark Kent in us, the only matter of fact is what choices we make and are we humble enough to accept the failure and kind enough to forgive. A man is one who wins the fights but the one who can stand up to justice and use his power righteously to end a fight and kind enough to forgive is truly Superman.

A few people can make fun of his uniform as much they like, but we all know who will the Superman at the end of day. A symbol a pride.

--Dedicated to my Clark Kent.

Special Thanks to Dean Cain and "Lois & Clark" Series - For painting such a perfect image of Clark in our imagination.

I Feel Nothin'

I hope
I feel nothin'
No emotion
no connection

Drifting away from everything
walking to solitude
a way to choose
a way to separate

I hope
I feel nothin'
'Coz all I feel
is pain.

Haunting feeling of loss
Nothin' to hold on to
Agony of broken heart
scattered in million pieces

Unable to get out
of this feeling
drowning in darkness
of my own hell

I have created
my own evil
now am captivated
with its chains of suffering

No escape
No scream can get away
down below
somewhere in the coldness
lost in darkness
I hope
I feel nothin'

Not love
Not passion
No compassion
to ardor or be adore.

I hope
am lost
in this numbness
in apathy
in alienation.

Rather than
feeling agony
I hope
I feel nothin'

Fly Or Die

Has it gotten easier for me to fail by giving up on my dreams? The feeling of filth is so making me angry. Angry on myself and as I can’t do anything about it and jus’ letting my anger out on others. I keep on telling myself I suck ‘coz I don’t feel the motivation. It’s like two forces are working inside of me and somehow I am let the wrong force win. I am all pepped up one day and then next 3 day and down and low, whining on my self inflected miseries. If I don't jump to get out, how would I get out. Its easier to depend on others and blame someone else but I don't have a choice other than blaming in on my evil reflection. Numbed and trapped in fantasy and chained with comfort.

Has the low scores something to do with it. I don’t know. I can’t take it anymore, every time I giving up, its killing me every time I move a date. Am never gonna feel ready. It jus’ time for me to jump, sometimes that’s the choice you have. You fly or you die. Let the fate decide. I am diving in.

Lost

Am not sure
where to begin
where to start
I jus' know
there is so much to say
But am lost
with this perception
deluded in my imagination
don't know
what's real anymore.

Am standing between
the cross roads
and I dont know
which way it is
where should I go
both are equally depressing
may be am lost
I have no idea
who I am
or where my
future taking me.

I want something
seem so difficult to achieve
after several tries
I keep on failing
like a wheel keeps turning
without an end
repeating in circle
without a destination to reach
I don't know what to do
may be am lost
and I dont know
how to find myself
in this world.

Am lost
I try to seek
a purpose I have
I see the road ahead
but as I walk
the horizon keeps on sliping
and I stand
as far as
I was yesterday
and I stand
in front of me
so many miles
to walk again.

I keep on following
every night and every day
with a little hope
for I gonna be better
and tomorrow
the sun will rise on my face

Waiting for my trials
to pay off
with ways to converge
and lead me to my destination
waiting for that day
some day one day
until then
I walk with lost direction
seeking my calling
and growing observation.

Lost to purpose
lost direction
lost to myself
well, lost is myth
Until reality hits.