A Sonnet for the Rain

A Sonnet for the Rain

I'm lying on my bed,

Singing tracks of Troy

And rain pours like heaven

Bringing winds of joy.

I can see no raven,

Missives of bad boys.

The pour is some music,

It ain't some noise.

I can see a great shadow

Covering the Sun's eyes.

Clouds so grey and shallow,

Lighting up my mind.

Drops of water hollow

Eager to be filled with eyes

And the lake that far away,

I can't see it, it ain't a lie.

Wind-driven droplets thrilled

Keeps me calmly chilled.

This ain't no darkness of which to be sad.

This is a darkness of which one must be glad.

I see the flowers bent;

Playful but spent.

Strips of lightning 

Bring with them some noise..

And now i feel the wind,

Push me away 

From the brink.

Now that force will suffice.

Now i'm unknowingly drenched,

As water droplets clenched

The whole of my size..

Now the door is shut,

By no force but that,

Of that chilly wind that now cries

The rain is now hidden,

Beyond a shut door forbidden,

From myself to open,

Just to feel the rain one last time..

But now the rain is hidden.

By a door forbidden.

From myself to open.

Just to feel the rain.

One Last Time

Weekend of info flood!

Weekend of Info Flood

Weekends are generally peaceful, quiet, serene, restful blah blah blah. Some weekends are extremely extraordinary. One such weekend, a quizzing weekend, a flood of info. 

Saturday, The Kaikuu Quiz Fest. A whole day of extreme quizzing with people pouring in from all over the country, eager to tackle and win. I was just another small fish trying to survive the ocean of these quizzers. These "thope" quizzers whom are at par with few people. Where would I stand?

In a place where you can't tackle  what you're facing, its better to absorb all of it and use it in another place and tackle them, than to lose everything in one attempt; the war, the weapon and the chance.

Starting at 10 O'clock,preceded by a steep hike to a museum, the quiz went on till 9 in the evening. I, rather my army of 3; we stood no chance possibly killing about 4-5 in 2 of the 3 quizzes. The last one, with an army of 2, we killed 12-13. That day of war was over. It was all a flood whenever I chose to sit aside and watch how to kill a question, in every positive sense of it. Looking at those other aces ace each question, i learnt maneuvers and battle strategies. All that is left, is research and practice. At The end of that, we had dinner in a fort. 

The next day, The battle was called "Landmark Open". It was a tough competition. The stakes were high. Losing was dishonour. WE HAD TO WIN! Hence we started, digging through all the memory lanes, me and my army of 3, all the lanes we could go to. We got out all we could to plan killing each question. There were 40 odd questions. We managed to kill 18 and took half the life of another. The other people at par, they killed less. The final battle, fought by brothers and elder people, it was another flood of newer and greater knowledge. 

My army won the battle, we were the best army.

More than the winning, the flood and absorbing all the minerals in the flood, is what made me something new and someone better at war today. Maybe tomorrow, i'd be a bit more better now that i plan on starting research about the tactics and strategies used in the first war. 

A day as a tour guide

A day as a tour guide

I've always seen tour guides on TV or at some tourist destination I've been to. I always thought it was an easy job. Ask whether they needed a guide, show them around, cash and repeat the process again.

Only day before did I know how bloody tiring it is.

It was to be just another normal day. Maybe it was exciting for some of my friends. I was not excited at the prospect of showing around my school to students from another school. It was just another day, though it was the first time I'd be doing something like that. 

They arrived. An army of students. A battalion. Maybe 46-50. All dressed in pure white shirts and blue shaded pants. Neatly combed, freshly ironed. We had to go and introduce ourselves and mingle with this battalion to make them feel comfortable, homely and friendly. 

They were quite friendly. Maybe not all of them were. The ones I spoke to were quite social. I asked them questions accompanied by my classmate and they asked me questions about school and life. Questions, answers, conversations.

Time came to show these foreigners our magnificent school, spread over a 190 acres. A fellowship was selected. Myself and 5 others. A fellowship of 6 students, armed with the knowledge of the school, set out to show the foreigners the awe-inspiring fields and other unique features of our school. 
A journey of over 2 km. A journey across labs and fields. Planes and tanks. Musicians and cricketers. Hiking and trekking. ......... basically all the tiring activities. 
The list is too big. My activeness and patience, quite small. I'm too lazy nowadays. So basically, i figured out how tiring a guide's job is. To roam around the whole place and giving continuous information about the area. ~sigh~. Well, new experiences. They last!

Bye-bye Thruster

Bye-bye Thruster

There was once a time I was crash-landing. 

Hard, I would've hit the landing,

Not sleeping but standing,

For my thruster, crying. 

In that pulse of a moment,

In my mood of lament,

In that moment which I hated,

A thought that could be debated. 

A chute,

I can shoot,

Time to align myself, I can loot.

Then I can land on a sure-foot.

This velocity,

One without parity..

A daredevil's felicity,

One with great ferocity.

What's my chance to launch?

Only if there were someone to signal me with a conch

The right time to launch

My one last shot.

Why wait, Launch one now!

A push of a button,

Failing, I'd be roast mutton,

Push away!

Hoping success,

Sound of gases compress,

My speed regress,

A moment of joy's progress.

A landing of a smoother sort,

Shout at gravity with a great retort,

Stuck on the ground, rocketshat hot,

All this tailed a brilliant thought.

I don't need extra wings,

I don't need thrusters to reach twinklings. 

All that I need chain-links;

Fuel to take me 3 clicks. 

There I have someone dear,

Who experiment on things far and near,

They'll help me back, clean and clear,

An only escape route from here.

Build myself into a thruster,

All my traits I shall muster,

Into one big cluster,

Chains of carbon shall fluster.

Off into space I shall shoot myself,

With haste, like one with no grace,

With a look of confidence and awesomeness on my face,

I'll say, Bye Bye Thruster!

Thunder

Thunder

(Batmanwrites ft. Zepper)

This is an Altoem. Alternating poem, in which every other line is written by another person. 2 people have written the whole poem in alternating turns giving alternate lines

Oh Mighty Thunder!

How you make me wonder,

About thee, disturber of slumber, and

How much it is of a blunder.

Struck by you, were many a stranger.

Some as dumb as Prasad and some as smart as Hermione Granger.

For such people, I see the absence of a ranger.

From love to fear, you had hence changed her.

Thy groan sounds like "Doom".

Similar to the condition of a bride and groom!
Thy moan sounds like a deep "Hoom",

Which hath shook the foundation of my entire room.

Bright is thy flash of light

Which sends a shiver and also a fright,

Against which no other light can fight,

But go as far as the reach of sight.

Can thy friend become slimmer?

And hence find the light of the moonlight glimmer?

The sky, he skews and skimmers, and

The moon creates a problem for all the swimmers.

I can't spot thy motive

But that's the reason for us to live.

You can't power a locomotive,

Unless of course, it's all just figurative.

Ilekosh, The king of Lunaura

Ilekosh, The king of Lunaura

The king of Lunaura, Ilekosh. 

Born to a royal family.

Was set to become king, simply.

The king of Lunaura. Ilekosh.

Royal bringing up,

Soup in a golden cup.

Had a dog named Snup.

The king of Lunaura.

Father, a king,

Mother's all about bling bling. 

Ilekosh was differently twinkling.

Mighty warrior, set to be.

One day he went to war with his father, at a fair age. That day he saw the effects of war. He began to loathe it! He began to pity those who fought. He loved those who loved. Hunk of a personality, an eagle's keenness, an excellent swordsman, ace archer, every trait of a good king. Generous, considerate, patriotic. 

Not long since his birth,

He saw something mirth.

He saw the love of his heart.

The one Moon, shimmery and bright.

The Moon saw him grow,

Pass through all the high and low,

Endure winter's snow,

To Look at her, and bow.

Ilekosh loved to talk to her, however late it was. However cold it was. However hard it was. Somedays, too see that the moon was absent, made him sad, but he knew she would be back. Years and years his love lasted. It seemed as if there was no end to it. As if it was a never-ending fountain perpetually gushing love. It was as if, under her watch, in her presence, he was at his best. Best at war, best at rule, best at archery, best at sword fights, best at horse-riding and everything the king does. Simply the best. 

Generous rule,

Entertained like a fool,

Not cruel,

Waiting for the Moon, he'd drool. 

Lunaura was small. Not that big.

Yet the king would stand tall

Against all assaults,

Inner and outer.

More than fight

He preferred love to show, rather than

Souls to mourn and

Bodies to burn.

Ilekosh never tried conquering other kingdoms. He was content with his small kingdom, called Lunaura which he ruled. Ilekosh, the King of Lunaura.

Tthejen: the grudge-worthy truth

Tthejen: the grudge-worthy truth

One day, that unfortunate day, a wizard of old met Tthejen.

"Ho! anyone there?!" said the wizard in a commanding, rude fashion.

Tthejan, an ignorant lad, said, immitating the wizard, "Ho! someone's there! Who comes here?"

The wizard, more a dark one replied "I am Sersystevice! Wizard from the corner of the kingdom. I'm aware of everyone and everything! No one is aware of me!"

Sersystevice was huge! With height, he had a certain amount of muscle. Though he had no hood, nor a beard, nor a staff with a crystal, one could say he was a wizard! The thing was, he had an uncertain, undetectable, unnoticeable aura around him, which automatically gave him the look of a wizard.
Tthejen, amused at the way Sersystevice said it, replied, "Wow! that's a pretty one liner! What do you want?" in a most arrogant way.
An angry wizard  is never forgiving. This wizard though, had intentions in his mind. He needed someone as lonely as Tthejen, someone who did not know his origins. Swallowing all his anger, "You're one brave kid. Well, my purpose here is simple! I already told you, I am aware of everything. Everything, births, deaths, victories, defeats.. basically, everything you can think of! And I am here to tell you the truth, Tthejen..- Yes, I know your name. The truth of your origins!"
Tthejen, completely shocked, looked at Sersystevice in awe! Tthejen was someone who was ignored wherever he went. No one knew where he came from. Nor did they care to know who he is. 
Uncertain people are most easy to play around with. Uncertain hearts can be tangled with and uncertain minds can be filled with anything.
"But first", said Sersystevice," get me a glass of water. Journeying from the other corner of Lunaura is not something easy. That too on a Corse! Now run and get me something to drink, while I come in and rest!". Sersystevice barged through and sat inside. Tthejen went and fetched some water for the tired wizard.
The confused, dumbstruck, lost Tthejen said, " Okay! So you can tell me, my roots?" Looking at the wizard nod while drinking the water he fetched, he said, "What are you waiting for?! Tell me! What? are you waiting for the perfect Moon to arrive, to tell a tale or are you waiting for death, so that you can tell me my story and weep and for that, i'd give you a proper burial and funeral, just because you have no one else?!" 
These words greatly angered Sersystevice. Not the burial part, but the part of the Moon. Sersystervice hated the Moon. The Moon was one of the many things Sersystevice loathed. Still, "The need is great and losing it would be idiotic!" thought the thirst-quenched wizard. 
"Your father" started the wizard "Was a good warrior. He did not fight for the king. He fought for your family. He was a warrior in that sense. A family in acute poverty. nowhere to go, no one to look to. Completely destitute! And one such day, it so happened that one of the king's men, a close fellow to the king, could be his best friend, stopped to look at your parents. Now this man, the king's friend, his name...uhhhhh.... Ah yes! His name was Nalreden. He needed you parents to work for him. A work involving digging of these clouds for some rare precious substance. Nalreden already had quite a few people and needed more. They began excavation one fine day. And it was all good for quite sometime. The mine was where you were born, if you remember." "WAIT! STOP! WE HAVE A KING?" shrieked Tthejen. The dumbstruck wizard, thinking if Tthejen was serious, said "....Yes....How did you expect everything runs? Wind? We do have a king my dear fellow. Now, no questions till i finish your story" Tthejen shrugged and curled his lips out in amazement. "In the mines, there was one othe....... heavy work. People worked night and day for finding the substance. But to no avail . One day, the rivers of Cumolonim flooded and it passed on to lower clouds. Nalreden had quite many chances to warn the mine-workers. He chose not to! He ignored and let your parents and everyone in the mine wash away like salt scalt from the table. You, my friend, I rescued you. I was passing by and saw you, sitting at a height. Maybe you were 5. I rescued you and left you here, in Haybie with a wren and a hen, that would sustain you. I erased your memory with my spell. I wanted you to grow strong by now. Like a warrior. But I see you are lean as a twig.". Sersystevice looked at Tthejan. He did not look provoked. He did not seem like he would kill Nalreden to avenge his parents' death. The story Sersystevice weaved was not good enough....