The hell, they say

Is a place they fear,

Full of demons residing

And flames burning there.

They never felt or saw

The place that exists

Behind the invisible mists.

Yet a phantom they believe

Never felt by the flagitious

The pain hidden,

Nor by the honest around.

But He put me in a place

Where I felt a demonic death

Yet breathing.

He put me to introduce

To let me know how it feels 

To be burning within the flames

Which do not exist

Yet I choke and turn to ashes.

When its name, I hear

He let me in

To let me know the fear.

I have known since ages

Hell is agonizing

Yet I feel now, how agonizing!

No, I don’t belong

To the pride of flagitious,

But to the ones honored in hell

So that I can know what a hell is

And I can flee away

Without a thought of regret

Even though that hell be covered in

Visible blankets of diamond

But what they didn’t see

Is that invisible curtains of mist

Behind which the demons exist

And the fire ignites

So that I can know and understand

Why I don’t and why I can’t

Belong to these flames veiled in Crystals.

And so away I can rise

To my paradise 

Away from this hell,

Away from these walls,

From these choking anxiety

And useless boundaries.

Maybe on my way to Eden

I would meet death

But death marks the end of pain

And hell was the beginning of it.

He put me in hell,

He put me in it

To make me realize

 “O lady!  here, you don’t fit”.

When you turn to ashes

Even when they see no flame

Argue not

Turn to ashes, 

Let the wind carry you away

To the abode of joie de vivre.

Away from hell // Aimen Iqbal

When its name, I hear

He let me in

To let me know the fear.

I have known since ages

Hell is agonizing

Yet I feel now, how agonizing!

No, I don’t belong

To the pride of flagitious,

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