The company of Thorin

The company of Thorin

13 survivors of the war for Moria,

A wizard, a grey cloaked companion,

A hobbit, a peaceful lad from the shire.

A journey they set out on,

For long lost erabor.

Elves and dragon gold,

Orcs and evils of old,

Mere half-human acquaintances met,

Some dark secrets revealed let,

One ring Bilbo shall get,

On and on gollum shall fret.

Wizards of varied colours,

Mountain trolls with elven treasures,

Homely house of Elrond,

The evil house of dol-guldur.

Spiders and webs,

Shall lead to seeking of courage, nothing less.

Dark woods and drowsy waters,

Getting out is all that matters.

Orc kings as bounty hunters,

Thorin's thoughts about Bilbo turn blunders,

Eagles shall aid,

Save them from an orc raid.

Storm giants will play,

With boulders in storm and rain,

Howling through the wind will wargs come,

From the scabbard elven swords will run.

Then the dragon will awaken, and

Turn laketown into a brick kiln,

Bard will rise to a thrush's warning,

He'll shoot an arrow to send Smaug to its departing.

The desolation will see a war,

Armies will gather,

The dwafs from the iron hills,

The elves of mirkwood,

The men of lake Town,

Orcs of Borg,

For the prize is high.

In the hands of the winner,

Erabor will lie.

Arkenstone taken by Thranduil

Bilbo shielded by mithril,

Thorin dies with a war wound,

Durin comes to rule.

f.o.r.g.e.a.r.t.h

F.o.r.g.e.a.r.t.h.

Forgetting something is the most toughest thing

Only the good ones sting, bad ones flow.

Railing against ones memory is railing against ones self.

Great perils surely lie in the adventure.

End result may still be hostile.

After all, going against yourself is clearly hostile.

Realisation dawns, that you must live on with those memories.

Time may or may not heal it. You have to remain shielded.

Happiness, these good memories boast of; sweet pain is what they carry along.

Shadow

Shadow

A cliche line it is

That a shadow follows wherever one is.

A Shadow, it looks it takes no bliss.

Thou great Shadow,

Hailing from the land of the helio,

Tailing behind every lad and lass,

Clinging on with a lasso.

Thou great Shadow ,

Dark mail to the arrows of light,

Invisible person of the night,

A form with no hype.

Thou great Shadow,

Stoic companion forever,

Cheerful never,

Depressed never.

Thou great Shadow,

Silent imitator of actions,

Calm form of mixed passions,

Similar to all of the nations.

Thou great Shadow,

Who comes in all forms,

Driven by the wind,

Over oceans and farms.

Thou great Shadow,

In all shapes and sizes,

High and low,

Pink and mellow.

Thou great Shadow,

Unique and shallow,

May you live on forever.

A Mediocre Plea

A Mediocre Plea

A diseased moon. A patchy moon.

Dark spots all around her face. Spotty clouds around her,

Diseased spots like, they appear.

Slowly they start covering her 

Pale white face.

Slowly do they hide her and take her into shadow.

Suddenly, her aura is the only thing giving light.

Her face does not exist.

What if it's not a disease?

What if it's an engagement?

King ilekosh, is that you?

Oh! No, you possessive king,

Do not take her away from us.

Her light's all that lights our path.

Without her, all is dark.

Be generous, bold king and 

Show her partly.

That light would suffice, aptly

I'm Sad!

I'm Sad!

Another loss. 

One more crime-boss

In my world of vigilantism and chaos. 

One more Quiz I lose,

One more thing which makes think of hanging from a noose.

Well, bad idea, there's a lot to lose.

Why is this? leave me some clues!!

They say a pride goes before a fall .How do you differentiate between pride and confidence? Who can draw that line? How can one ask that question to someone who had just lost?  Why can't one just see that someone is depressed? Do they have to worsen stuff?

Yeah well I lost something I had the confidence that I'd win. Well, maybe I had weak pillars by me. Maybe I, myself, was a weak pillar. Whatsoever, it was a sad day. I'm sad! I'm depressed and highly frustrated. 

Well, I did break my phone. Frustrated enough? Its display is screwed. Now, i'm not even nostalgic about it. Its this perpetual thought of losing this quiz which makes me sad and even more gloomy. This mood has started to become what defines me. 

Well, there won't be a next time for this. So maybe, somewhere else. Till we meet again, competitor, adieu. Congrats again! 

A premature thought: Arranged Marriage

A Premature Thought: Arranged Marriage

This could be a very highly premature thought. Probably 50 years ago, it would've been a very lately thought thought. Anyway, I find the institution of arranged marriage to be something that'd be bad, something unfriendly, something temporary.

I believe that the vedic customs and traditions can't be followed forever. I believe that traditions must be continually changing with the dynamic society. Society is not the same as it was a minute ago. 

Every other act in a society without dynamic traditions, would be a criminal act. Every other act would be blasphemous and unethical. In a society where MODERN technology plays a dominant role, VEDIC traditions and customs work with great difficulty. Where are the customs now that were once very prevalent and important? Who lights up diyas? Who checks vaasthu? Who actually does all Shit they must for some pooja or something? A fast life demands a fast changing custom. 

Imagine living the rest of your life with someone you've just met. How can you go marry someone whom you've known tops for a month when people can act fake for years and years and lifetimes to come? Would divorce be a remedy? "Oh no! Divorce? How dishonorable is that??! How would we raise our heads?!" Practically, a life filled with divorces would make the society with memory bondless and chain-broken with each other. The only advantage is lawyers getting richer. 

Well, think of living the rest of your life with someone you've known for a loooooong time. A time period enough to say that that person and myself can live!! Atleast the attachment between you and the other person is strong enough and not breakable by random comments and misguidance. Spending your whole life with someone you know would result in completely knowing the other person rather than marry a person you've known for a month or a year and not know them at all.

I once had this crazy or whatever dream which I don't even know the purpose of dreaming. It was all messed up. An ostentatious wedding. It was my wedding for some reason. Very lavish and guests were pouring in. I recognised few, some, I did not recognise nor wanted to/ felt like recognising. It was a marriage i had no clue about. Something I had not known at all. Maybe it was symbolic of the enigma and questions aroused in a person's mind before an arranged marriage. Maybe its the dilemma or confusion or a state of being lost. When I mingled with people and when they asked me about my 'fiancee' all I was able to do was stay quiet. I did not even know her name. Her face, when I saw it, was one of a stranger's. I did not live in the dream long enough to see the conclusion of it. I hope I did not get married in the dream. Sometimes i'm grateful I woke up!

If it was a person I actually knew and liked and wanted to marry, I'd curse myself for waking up.   

Birthdays!!

Birthdays!!

What I used to like about birthdays: cake, presents, friends, wishes, Birthday!

What I like about birthdays now: friends, solitude, wishes, Birthday!

But how peculiar is it that as time passes on, the things one likes about birthdays decreases gradually. It could just be 'maturity' or being busy. Whatsoever, its a sad thing anyway. Well maybe its a varying trend for a few. Cakes have become something cliche in my life. Presents are not novel anymore with the advent of social platforms or whatever. 

But whatsoever, every year contains 1 birthday of yours.
How peculiarly legitimate is it, the word 'birthday'? Birth and day. 

Think! 16th Birthday. How cleverly or how unknowingly did the person name it birthday? 16th-Birth day.
Every year, you are the same as you were last year. Every year, you're a completely different person. You're just like an android upgrading  itself regularly. Every year, you're novel, unlike birthday presents, someone new to have a look at, unlike birthday cakes and you get a chance to look through how you're new and better. 

Every year, you're reborn. Hence they say 16th-birth day. That that day was the day you were born for the 16th time. A 16th re-incarnation.