Angels and Demons

My muse goes into hiding in a goddamn gutter these days, that too frequently. And a dear friend of mine keeps poking me to put the pen to paper. This time, I decided to shock him asking if we can write together…something…anything..any day! And the result? This poem! I must say, that we both were at work and the words just came out…Whatsapp is magical! So is he, Vinay from I Rhyme With Reason. Do let us know how it is!

Mean DevilPerched on my head with wicked horns and glowering red eyes

He silently whispers..words instinct with loath and pity.

You no longer want to write! You no longer should!

Cloudy thoughts, talent in the soup, a punch on your heart feels hard.

Like a test of true love,

All the while reminding me I’m a goner, a forlorn cause!

Angel with wingsThe halo glowing, another voice replies,

Don’t listen, my darling, the demon lies.

You want to write, for that you were born,

Nothing will change that, not even your scorn.

All clouds clear, soon yours shall as well,

And your talent shall cast a magical spell.

This test you will pass, believe and write,

And let your doubts, be lost in its light.

Mean DevilA scold, a warn

An order, and a harass

Don’t think I can get too far!

I wish I knew, I wish I could tell

But tied and handcuffed, there is no reveal!

In depths of despair, to whip up a line

A laughing stock I shall be, I whine.

I know the danger, I know the price

Yet I still, waver and waffle,

Unmoved, unchanged, chained!

Angel with wingsWords are but words, don’t worry too much,

Accept them, and then forget them as such.

Believe that you can, far you shall go,

You might be still, but this you do know,

Your heart is unchained, free all the time,

It flies to worlds that are untouched by rhyme,

Despair or joy, both are at your feet,

Forget about danger, just go out and meet

Laugh out first, then the world laughs along too,

Unmoved, unchanged, but beautifully you.

Mean DevilI blink back the tears

That well up in my eyes

I let out a silent prayer

To up above the skies

Thanks for being there, even when not asked to

You know me too well, to know when I’m blue.

I find a quiet spot and sit alone

Until strength is found, to carry on some more.

I fear my foe, I yield my all

‘Bring it on!’ you say, else it’s a close call.

 I will listen to thy whispers

To what thou hast to say

Oh dear friend, you simply made my day!

Merry and gay I pour out my heart

I will keep writing no matter what!

Angel with wingsThe demon is sly, but his words I shun,

For I know writing needs to be done.

The belief is back, the words are too,

Now with this start, I must continue.

No block shall chain my words again,

This desire to write shan’t go in vain.

No shade of blue will stay too long,

To silence what is my colorful song.

So the tale goes on, and I shall vow,

The happily ever after has begun now.



  1. vishalbheeroo October 17, 2015
  2. sagarpillai October 17, 2015

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