Guide to the Abode

My daily routine starts with my wife knocking the ancient civilization door
With the drinks of Heaven pouring all the time
It’s been nice to be called the Guide to abode
But the Horrible nights have always been roughly handled in my twofold grabs of Hairs
And the fist of the mud that last covered the angel yesterday………..
How could I ……….How……?

The smile still large on its lips………
As it would be awake and will turn noisy any moment
Ah….I forgot the day But How could I forgot that night………..How…..?

My Bancroft could hardly cover the loathing that I was through
But still I could somehow peep through the morning……….sun…..
And the weather turned its shape on head and I could be seen running for cover
I remembered for a while have I forgotten something……….
Yes……Ya……..But How could I…….How….?

All through my life sectarians have believed me to take their lovables to the the land of Heaven

After all I have done the same……the hot cup of tea in my shrilling whithered hands dropped as if it was the last nail I put on the coffin………..
I no longer deserve to be the message carrer………………
Ah. I breached the code and the sanctity of the guides
How could I………..How………?

Moving fast will..it have gone…….hardly half a day………
How long a person can survive?..............But had heard the people are found alive..
Even after many days……..and I always keep holes in the box………..
Yes may be some air may help………..
And through the sand …………But it is raining……………..No..No…..
Stop it Oh.God…………don’t make me the crucifier,…………
But……….I have become the one…………………
How could I………..How……..?

Hardly bothered who came across and who was hit.
The wrap half torn had just been swayed by the speeding currents
Drenched half just fell where I met the God………….
Not before I digged the stone carved with the Gustine beauty
Hardly could I find anything to go deep
My hands moved wih a pace they never had
Even as the spinning wheel got caught and bruises filled with mud…
Digged and wigged deep but could not find…………I can’t forget the place ….How could I……How…………?
No visible difference could be seen on the face
With the sweat, tears and rains…..all turning to water……………and that is it
My eyes were sinking and as if the time had come…………..
I should not survive any more………………..
Why should I?...............................
Let me take the life and put an end to the whole sufferings………….
Lift a stone and what I found………….a sheet which i never even drapped

I am taken abake....with the rumbling hotspot............

And lastly I asked to myself can I be taken to the abode of God