Samutplavate

By Shreeyash Bahuguna

So, this is it !, standing on the third floor 

as the dark clouds gaze over the eyes ,

ready to jump off to see if I can fly ;

as the death angel lends me his hand ,

asked the fiend ,“is it brave to jump or brave to live?"

and as an old friend he smiled .

Everyday standing over the edge I ask the same question 

Everytime flying by the side the death angel gives me the same smile ,

on the walks , with the talks ,in the car 

I see him , I see him giving the same smile with those white star teeths tearing the flesh off his cheeks ,and blood draining from his eye balls ;

he presents his dark thin tall hand and gives me a call 

and everytime he calls my name I loose a part of my soul 

And everytime I sak him ,“will it be brave to jump ,and die a waste or to stand and live a waste ?"

and as always he hesitate to hand me the answer ; 

But today will be a different day ,

cause today I will break my mould of clay ,

and jump to see if the wings the devil gave me can fly , to fly off with the death angel that smiles upon me 

Oh! Today will be the day that I shall see the dark clouds rain 

Oh! Today will be the day to end this suffering and pain,

cause today I shall jump to see the beyond behold today the behemoth shall be reborn 

cause today I'll jump with in 

By Shreeyash Bahuguna