It would be great if someone suggests me a good title

It’s the first of its type that I wrote. You may consider my thoughts to be creepy, but, just during the time I was writing those lines.  Here, I just tried to look at things with a different prospective, a different angle.

What I consider is that words are nothing but just empty pots and boxes without the essence of feelings in them. To bring them to life, feelings must act as their souls. With these words I tried to imagine how the concept of doomsday will actually look. I don’t know if I got it correct or not, but, at least I tried. I would advise you to read this at some place darker, it may aid you to feel the words or it may be at least worth a try.

[Note: there is just one thing. I couldn’t come up with a nice title. It would be great if you suggest some.]

Out there in your darkest night
Lurking in the shadows
Never at your sight.
 Your darkest nightmares will come true
It’s looking for you
And there is nothing you can do.
 It’s not the shadows you should fear
But the creatures crawling in.
They have all ears
And you can do nothing but scream.

Playing with their prey
Is all they know.
Offspring of devil
They got no mercy to show.
 Creatures of hell
In the deepest and blackest pit they dwell.
Dying to take you home
Look in their eyes, it’s all they tell.
Its bright red
And got no tears to shed
When it’s all blood
You can see your end.
 All your prayers left unanswered
You realize it’s only in fairy tales that your angels animate
Soon the moment arrives when you have left nothing within you but loathing and hate.
It’s then that the Satan rises
His blood drenched sword.
To take your soul to his bloodiest dome
Which he prefers to call his home sweet home.
 It’s the revelation that your elders preferred to be stored
As a secret,
See for yourself now
The day has finally come
Your fates unravel
And the plots unfold.
 Ravens of death will be the sky
Pitch black they are
Eyes downcast to see you die.
They are gathered for their master’s ingress
Disgrace that Noah brought to him on the ark
Will now be revenged
With a blade so sharp,
That the soil turned red
And rivers bled.
Beware-it’s just a beginning
Soon there will be a flood
After that there will be no more to shed.

The One Who Decided to Stay

Starting to blog after so many days. It has been long since i got some time to figure things out for myself and this holidays proved to be a really fruitful one. 

I was lying on my bed when the rays from the clouds floating high up entered through my window, then my pupil and finally on my retina. While my brain was analyzing this whole information it felt as if it was not only the rays from the clouds that were reaching out for me. What it felt like as if it's there is something more to it. It felt as if the clouds are reaching out to me, I guess it saw that I was as idle as it was and it's worth talking or sharing things with me. Then, there I was, personifying myself with it, out frequencies matched and we started synchronizing like this.............   

I wander like a lonely cloud,

floating in the air

carrying me to distant places, somewhere.

From where i see many things 

down there.

Mostly hatred and venomous fangs,

with peace and love gone rare.

I feel lucky up here

far from illness of hearts and despair.

but i know my fate-

one day i am going to fall in there.

The darkest and deepest pit i have ever known,

and wonder if there is any free man 

to fight the darkness dwelling in there on his own.

Although I came at peace with me 

when I found the truth.

My sacrifices will prove its worth

by wiping tears from the man's eyes

who depends on me to nurture his fields, 

and be the source of happiness to his dear one's lives.

Still, some say that there is nothing I care.

How dare they say that!!!

Do they even know me,

if not me at-least themselves???

How could they??

After having dug a grave so deep 

they couldn't even realize what they will reap.

and when surrounded themselves by walls so high

it was the darkness that they believed to be their sky.

It is my destiny to fall,

no one can change that.

What matters is the earth on which I make a fall

and it's on your hand to change that.

I can fill an empty lake,

a dried up stream or the lives at stake.

Sometimes you make houses so tall

Is it really my fault that it's so weak

 that one day it won't stand at all.

You blame me for the death yours

but never addressed me for being used as cures.

I never compelled you to stand on my way,

it's not paved by me,

but the nature and sometimes it's you only-

 'the one who decided to stay'.

It gives me no joy to bring you sadness,

can't you see that I forsake my freedom 

for the sake of your happiness.

I wonder if you could ever understand me or not,

I know the truth,

and it's something to be felt, not to be taught. 

Now, i finally got it. It's not me to whom the clouds wanted to talk to, it was to  'the one who decided to stay'.

[Note: to 'the one who decided to stay' you are most welcomed for all your remarks and comments. After all, I got a message to convey.]