Indrani Art in my HeART: Fear

A silent watchful entity is stalking me,

I feel it in a chaotic crowd and behind a silent tree.

Its deadly claws of terror are seizing my spirit,

Taking away all my accolades, my achievements and my merit.

I cannot see it yet I feel and hear its presence,

its every breath, sigh and its deadly essence.

Fear clutches me every time I walk on a lonely road,

I pray that my guardian angel will destroy it with a divine sword.

In these few moments of delirium, my life flashes in front of my eyes.

I see all the people I've hurt and their anguish filled cries!

I see the hungry eyes of a beggar staring at me daily, yearning for a pitiful coin.

I see the disgust I felt towards him and the endless busy uncaring crowd I join.

A feeling of sorrow suddenly grips my heart,

why hadn't I given any credence to my conscience from the start !

I see every person I've hurt with my acerbic tongue,

I want to apologize, a song of deep guilt is being left unsung.

I see all the money accumulated over years,

I would give all of it, to eradicate this voice from my ears.

My success flashes in front of me like a distant memory,

My attitude towards life was practical, selfish and unsavory.

That success is not helping me out of this fear,

I cry for my life, it is the only thing that is dear.

I now see the red eyes shining in the shadows.

They are laughing at me, relishing the thought of taking me to the gallows.

Realization struck me like a deadly lightening,

I had known it all along, what it was, it is chillingly frightening!

Death, as inevitable as the sunset, had decided i was next,

but I don't want to die! I haven't given life my best.

I haven't given tear evoking joy to anyone,

nor have I ever appreciated the spectacular view of the rising sun.

I want to go back and give all my money to the needy,

I want to re-live my life, forego being so greedy.

I know my wish will not be granted and yet I plead

My death, though merciless and shocking, has been already decreed.

May be death wouldn't have been so bitter had I lived virtuously,

kindness shown to a few souls would have helped tremendously.

I hear the loud snort of death, as if saying this realization hit you late

I feel abysmal pain, as it nears me, a gripping fear that does not abate.

Finally, it stretches out its claws and clenches my soul,

It laughs loudly with glee as it completes its goal.

Indrani Art in my HeART