An unlit road

An unlit road

I am walking a dark road,

Armed with only my body and 

The everlasting protection of my fictitious heroes.

A silent toxic brook passes from under.

A light i see, yonder.

A silhouette in the darkness;

I see no kid in this darkness.

Straight ahead a train hoots.

Of a companion, there is no news.

Though one i could use;

For the road is boring and of only one use.

There is no cheer or amuse,

But stray dogs on the loose.

Close by, in a dark wood,

A peacock moans.

An electric station

To my right,

It has the only light

In which i can confide.

A sharp bend in this road,

After which, only darkness will be my abode.

Now, this darkness i loath.

Now, its just a heavy load.

A hopeful sight,

On the dark horizon, a dot of light.

Once I reach there, I'll have nothing to spite.

Now, i shall begin, with all my might.

But how ironic it is,

That my destination lies before the dot.

A destiny with food, lots.

An end, this journey, has got.

I wish, i can bid farewell.

But, the road was nothing but unwell.

Darkness' heaven, my hell.

Just for courtesy sake, farewell.

Anyone can be batman!

Anyone Can Be Batman!

I am a huge bat fan!

I always wished I were batman. But fate says otherwise. 

Well, last night, i chucked fate. I said, "Fate, not tonight."

A walk back home from a regular saturday night. Accompanied by a stray dog which loves me that much. A dark path, a few shops still open, people roaming. Random background music was playing in my ears. Running around with the dog, observing the marvellous creature, i was journeying homeward when i saw the destruction!

To my left, under a plastic shed, right beside a raised wall, a burning sight. A pile of cardboard and paper, set on fire. Ashes everywhere. Smoke, rising as if the pile was a dragon's throat. For a while, i stood there, thinking of what to do! "Should I extinguish it?" "Should I let it be?" "What should I do?" were the only questions running through. The rising smoke was a horrible sight. A superfluous addition of Carbon. I had to act.

In a moment, I was not who I actually was. I became batman! A savior! A watchful protector! in A DARK NIGHT! The dog beside me, was not an ordinary dog anymore, but, he became Ace, the bat dog! 

Without a cape, without a mask, I became batman. All i needed was a bottle of water. All it took was half a bottle of water. Ace, stood beside me, watching out for danger, boldly, with a stature of a mighty beast. 

A few air bubbles wobbled into the bottle as the water emptied emptied itself. a few wobble later, the fire died. The ember remained. Black ashes were left. Half-burnt, charred faces, i had to look at. Atleast, I, the night's batman, saved the boxes from getting burnt completely; stopped the residents of the locality from breathing toxic and instead gave fresh air. The left over water, gave it to a destitute, one, who accepted it with great suspicion. 

Anyone can be Batman! All you need to do is something good which may affect even a minority, humans or any living creature. Just don't expect to get fame or popularity. Do it because you feel you have a responsibility to. To do good to others. And then, silently, anonymously, slip into the shadows. 

Last night, I was batman! 

A Random Room

A Random Room

I am sitting in this room

With everything but a broom.

A room bright and not so gloom,

White and not so.......hmmm.

Black framed photos are hanging on the wall,

The fan is playing crass music for the ball

The cooler is not cooling.

A lamp and other things, it's holding.

A mirror to my left,
A mirror to my back,

A bed to my right

And nothing in front.

On a cupboard are giant boxes of steel and wood.

If they had a motive, fall onto me, they would.

A stabiliser to my top right corner;

I can't stand its lights any longer.

A candy box reads "Tic tac",

On the bed is an empty pillow sack

Desolate I am in this packed room

With everything but a broom.

Observations of a Bored Person

Observations of a Bored Person

High above in the grey evening sky

Flew five great kites;

Foes and allies, with talons of fire and ice,

Warring over mice.

Lower below,

Were tiny birds greeting hello.

About nothing did they seem to be mellow.
All that their song lacked was a cello

Below them was something mellow.

Gases of smoke rising in great masses.

Like river, they were,

Simply floating like water.

The next stage had locks,

On doors with knobs,

Sitting adammently on rooftops,

Drenched in chilly raindrop.

Below the roofs,

Were conjusted loops,

Of tarred main roads

Jammed with vehicles and scoots.

Somewhere far from this, was I sitting.

Having lost interest in studying,

At all this, I was gazing,

Sitting on a chair, Gazing

Teachings of a dog

Teachings of a dog

On certain days, I feel like I am losing all my talent. All that I had. Days when I walk home, feeling like the only person, though there a hundred people around me. 

Days when i think about what exactly happened which led to the loss of my abilities, When I want to know why I feel like going dark side, When i feel like my absence would not make a difference.

Flying between those thoughts, I walk slowly. And then I see an old friend of mine, whom I think i saved from death. A friend whose skin was bright! And the heart was flawless. But then I realise that it was a different friend whom i had thought of and this was just another passerby. I tried making him a friend. He was no less than the friend i thought of. The stray dog was the same but it was not the same. 

He accompanied me, till i reached home. Hobbing all along, trying to catch up with me. Asking me to stop moving at give it a pat. An energetic friend who had no thought of betrayal. All i needed to do was whistle. My warrior got me a dog, a friend who may give me all the answers.

Why did I feel talentless? The dog taught me that it is not always that one will bring out his talent. It is in the time of necessity that talent purges out, breaking any obstruction in between. That talent is something that would help you survive, but not something that is for you to show off. The way, it used its body to jump over the puddles of water, showed me this. Just because it could jump, it did not keep jumping, but did in the time of necessity.

Why do i feel like going into the dark side? I just did not find someone who would unintentionally block my thoughts to divert that way. A friend who would always stay in mind, acting like a cure, even though there is no disease. The dog too wandered around lonely, but my whistle brought its tail to wag with joy. The wag, could have caused a hurricane to any ant in the vicinity. A person whom you keep in mind and heart always will act as a cure to all such thoughts.

Why i feel like my absence won't make a difference? I feel that way because i was never shown how it would be. It was never expressed. It may make a difference, but definitely, no one showed me that it would make a difference. The next day when i was walking the same road, the dog came back. The very sight of it waiting showed me that my absence makes a difference to it. The dog showed me that my absence makes a difference by wanting my companionship.

All this, a dog answered. My protector, got me answers in the form of an animal that we consider much lower. Only in times like these are the importance of things shown. One may get answers in another way. But always, there will be answers, One just needs to know how to look for them.

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Well, it takes time for people to realise how the world works. You may think that it can go easy and what you expect would happen. That is just another hoax which life makes. In a certain twist and turn of events, all that you hope and expect, comes crashing down. 

You may think that some people will stay with you forever. Well, its again big illusion created by this awesome thing called Life. Its not easy to maintain things as valuable and precious as love, friendship, trust and character. But when these are put to test, you find your true self. Someone who was hiding from you, but was in you. These are the times when you momentarily take a look at how you actually are. 

As time flies by the second, relations strain or get better. It depends solely on you to mend which ever way it goes. People you love may quarrel and you may have to choose whom to support. And that choice may make all the difference, because once something is lost, it is not easy to bring it back. You may choose to intervene in the quarrel and stop the fight. But you just get caught up and get screwed in the process. However hard you may try, the end result may be final. A certain side can get offended and leave you. But you want them back! You realise the unintentional mistake! 

To make it up to the lost person, you turn against the other side. Against a person you never sought to lose. A person with whom you never wanted to strain your relation. But circumstances say otherwise. Life says otherwise. In an attempt to mend the mistake, you accidentally turn against the person. With an intention to stop the quarrel, you restart it. You, a soldier who tried bringing peace, in a desperate mission, throw the kill switch on. You lose the person forever. You get the other person back, just to know its not as good as before. Both the relations are strained. You feel yourself plunged into a deep pit of sorrow. But then again, The Warrior, your protector, comes to help you out! Time mends the strained relation. From further deterioration, the warrior protects you. The warrior, armed with the shield of time and a sword of hope, gives us time to pick ourselves up, come back into the same light in which you were before you fell into the pit. 

"Time heals all wounds, but it takes wisdom, to keep them from re-opening". The whole episode tests you, and you may fail, but in the process, you learn the way of life, you learn that nothing goes as you expect, intervening in things may get you screwed pretty bad. But, hope is not dead, to hope is not wrong. You learn the sacrifices to be made. 

The experience may leave you shattered and scarred for life. It is in your hands to fix the broken pieces. You may either choose to go back to the day when it happened and sob over it, or just look ahead, without turning back and live like it affects you very little. Look ahead to the portal to happiness and not back to the pit of darkness.