A Heretic’s Prayer For Liberty

By Suvreenda Sood

Heaven,

House this lifeless soul within me,

Fetter me in the silence of divinity-

Hazes of hell or harkens of insanity.

Iridiscense,

The fruit of infinity.

Chained in echoes of the noxious nuisance

Of halos hallowed harboured, hushed heresy.

Deliquescence 

In the agony of hopeless hail.

For storms of serene solitude, stifled soliloquy,

Maim more than the sanctions of alleged saints.

Condolence 

To the infinity of the soul they staled.

Divinity bless my audacity,

For virtuous venerated come my way but none return the same.

By Suvreenda Sood