Lucifier rises.

As i move, the myriad follows,
beatitude from shell, deep inside,
the night darkness settle down,
pen in hand,a scrambled paper,
silence runs hard, barks out,
loneliness or strangeness through creeps,
majestic moment the angels see,
hurt due to opprobrium nature,
not a maverick neither a prodigy,
just written when wind whistles,
on a cold November night inside quilt,
here now, it's my blog.
more talent, more disguises,
the barrier of thoughts break
& lucifier rises.


-Maahi :)*