Awakening

The mist and the fog, they are hugging me around, and the venomous fumes,
They drown me, even as I smoke the devils out, & out in the darkness,
Lurks the haunting past, my own Satan.

“What is to be done”, I think, lost in my own solitary wackness,
And just then I hear some noises from the ubiquity.
“ Its been long”, they say. Oh! The angels voice!

I was until then stuck in the persistent hypnosis,
Refusing to be awakened from the mesmeric torments.
But the strange voices, they are pulling me and,
Out of the darkness, I cry to my lord!

The storm had passed, the nightmares dissolve in oblivion, & the view too changes.
The path is chosen, but the journey is not,
Oh! & it lies ahead Kindled by its own sentience

I see strange faces, drowsily melting in their own bliss,
And the long forgotten smile returns to me.
The end seemed to be over but, the beginning had certainly begun.

And now I move on, blissfully coveting my lost love.
Oh! My angel love.