The Devil

By Nakul Balar

The voices in my head are connected to a thread,

And honestly, I like these thoughts; I’ve been fed.

The devil inside me was always right,

It was worthless putting efforts, in this fight.

Kept avoiding the devil for no reason,

Like avoiding the mangos in the summer season.

Never knew i was my devil's favourite person,

And maybe hating it was my worst decision.

It kept saying me the people are all rotten,

But I never heard it and ignored the caution.

He said me, being kind to people was not a bad option,

But it was wrong to make someone your whole obsession.

Thought at times that it was too negative,

Never tried to understand the story from his narrative.

All he ever wanted for me was peace,

Still hated it like it was some disease.

By Nakul Balar