Transitions Poem by Nithin Pradeep

Within me the remains of a faint graffito,
I etched on the walls of my fractured heart.
The fluxion of an illogical joy so jest,
I am bound to a timescale I call my past.

Memories fade into sea of doubts,
Strangled by the hands of a tide called time.
My beat stops and I am swallowed on this judgement day,
when I am thrown into a hell-hole pitch black and dark.

Vultures circle me; their prey for the eve.
lured in by the smell of the sins I bear,
but something resuscitates me back to life,
A memory I preserved in a crystal ball..

I wake up and rise past this abyss I loathe,
and speed past the carcasses of mortal men.
my feet bleeds at the kiss of the lava beneath,
that burns with the glory of a thousand suns..

I pause not a second for reality check,
to see if the 'transitions' is just another dream.
For in the quest for the memories I lusted,
I have no more tears left to shed.

I am greeted by the people I lost by mistake,
and hugged by the love that once turned me blue.
Now I can summon a storm and toss away the guilt,
I have mastered the memories that betrayed me..