On Judgement Day

The horror of you in 
lesser light, when you took 
via dolorosa, to 
meet yourself. 

Moon was not waiting 
for you in unkind sky. A 
pinhole of dark would not send 
some hope. 

Something unsavory was a 
way of unhappening, 
tying the knot with the destiny 
of doing nothing. 

Losing my kernels in 
desert of words. I took 
the wrong path of liberation― 
where no god lives.