Orchids

I love her. I do. Its the only thing I've been certain of. The only thing I've felt my brain and heart have ever agreed upon. In her presence I feel like a child... at a loss for words... the right words... My eyes mock my heart and whisper 'Don't skip too many now... U need to keep pumping for the o'l lads sake.' I walk with her and the wind moves with us.... trying to catch our words.. I look into her eyes and I wish she'd see me with the same adulation as she does when she sees a li'l pup. I hear her singing and wish she'd sing one song for me that reminded her of me...even if its creep by radiohead. I wish I could sing ... so I could sing her every song that reminded me of her....I wish she would stand before my heart so I could rip it open to show her a mirror... I wish I had a mirror that would show me her every time I needed to see her... I wish I could be the man who'd have the pleasure of holding her hand.. I wish I could dance with her... dance in a way the music wouldn't matter... I wish I could hold her when she cried and wipe her troubles away..like I'd wipe her tears..I wish I could watch her sleep... and be peaceful... I wish I could make her smile.. I wish I could push her swing forwards every time she swung behind...I wish I could cook her favourite food.I wish I could see her enjoy her favorite dessert.. I wish she would share mine...I wish I could carry her over puddles during the rains... I wish I could understand her silences.. I wish I could tell her how I feel by actually doing justice to the feeling...I wish my words wouldn't fail me so.. I wish my feelings wouldn't at this mammoth rate grow..I wish I wouldn't think of her every night before sleeping. I wish my dreams wouldn't pay attention to my thoughts of her ..I wish the mornings weren't that hard...I wish the winters weren't as cold..I wish love was a figment of my imagination...And even so..I wish she were the queen of that there imagination land...I wish I could tell her she's the reason I smile..and she's the reason I cry ...I wish I could kiss her.... the way only I could...I wish she knew how much I love her...the way only I would...I wish my Orchids stood a chance.. my orchids with that overdue dance.

I love her... I do...It's the only thing I've been certain of.

Exchanging Pleasantaries

I remember a time when I would be perfectly happy chasing a fire truck that would fit in the confines of my then tiny little hands.. It would amaze me, the chase that is... and upon catching up to the object of my then interest... I found that I felt a sense of calm and contentment. Today I could watch a firetruck (that is the one's that are way bigger than I am and the one's that would certainly not fit in the confines of my now relatively bigger hands) explode and it would still not shock me silly. I'd get a grip on the situation , analyze it , come to various conclusions as to why the explosion might have taken place etc and in the end get bored of further probing and probably leave.Strange transition this growing up. How perfectly unexciting. Why I wonder doesn't a cotton candy not mesmerize me the way it used to... Why I wonder does the thought of climbing a jungle gym not thrill me anymore..why I wonder don't I see fish in my bathtub anymore when there was a time I was certain that I could see sharks. I wonder now why I spend some of my time hoping for love, when there was a time I felt it envelope me from all around. My cravings are still of the same intensity, but perhaps now I disappoint easily.Small talk back then was non-existent and utterly unnecessary because I didn't bother with people who didn't interest me or capture my imagination or entice me with a toffee, but today I find I need it in my arsenal to keep face. I mingle with faces I'd rather not see, what benefits from this I shall avail u ask? ..In reply I'd shrug my shoulders and say 'hey u got me!' . Truth be told I miss the good old days, I wish I wouldn't have to use the term 'the good old days'.. for it only proves that may be this time or era just simply doesn't measure up to the one that succumbed to change which is perhaps the only constant and the continuity that is life.Where I wonder did I drop my ability to be intrigued and why I wonder did I not bother to look for it.May be I've saturated, May be I've accepted certain truths, May be I've been let down too often, May be I grew up.

I've probably forgotten how to live...

or may be I just miss the excitement ..............

Bike rides with Mr. Jim Gorde

In the darkness i saw his eyes..
Fierce with rage...yet mellowed when they fell upon me...
He picked me up from the mud...rubbed off the rubble upon my being..
Get up he said...b strong..i'm here now...
It was like I was staring at a mirror..n saw something powerful..
Saw sum 1 towering..n yet saw a lot of me in him...
My fears seemed to drown..he had a powerful steed.
A machine....with handles made of silver that gleamed in the moonlight...
His passion engraved upon its chest..we tore down the road...
Upon his powerful steed as..it roared with fury...the heavens made way..
The walls crumbled.. we were ready to face anything...we were going to fight...
Standing side by side..as we crashed upon the gates of hell n broke it off its hinges...
Our greatest fears lay ahead ..
Yet they seemed afraid..afraid of us..
Afraid of the fight we were about to bring...afraid we might win..
I looked at him one last time b4 we tore into battle..and victory seemed inevitable...
We were across an army...standing outnumbered n yet we smiled...
We waited...we panted..
We breathed..they charged...
We drew out our swords...n screamed loud enough to humble the thunders...
And we charged..we knew we would win...
After all..we'd danced this dance so many times b4...

A tribute to two boys who found each other more than a decade ago... A story of two young men who are passionate, loyal , creative and strong... A journey of warriors who've fought and withstood many a battles together...The legend of two souls who were never afraid to fall in love with girls certain to break their hearts..A memory of friends who helped each other through wilted orchids and yellow fevers...A tale of Brother hood which began with a 'Once upon a time... and continues to fill the pages for stories yet untold'.

For Jim Gorde without whom Darkness would be obvious and picnic baskets meaningless .

When the sun retreats... the moon plays

I don't like walks when I feel numb. But that would mean that I'd have to stand still, sit quietly or lie down...can't do it I'm too restless. Its not so much the eagerness to move, but more so the need to be on the move. 'If u can't catch up, the world will leave you behind' is what they all say...
Fuck them. They can go on and compete.But I'm still on the move, know why? because I hate to be stagnant... I hate to just stay and be. No its not good enough for me....but then I ask myself 'what is good enough for me' ? Why are there questions to which answers, that can never be found..whats the point? Its like dangling a fish over a cat.'Jump all you want kitty, u ain't gonna get there.. Not this one ..You can't have it and if u really want fish then ur gna have to jump into the pond and hunt ur own. 'Oh wait you won't do that, You hate water'......
Bathing urself with saliva is acceptable in the feline world , but we need the water.. we need the fish. So without questions asked we sink into the normality that is our life and dive into the blue. Hoping we could take pictures with our catch for the day...
Everybody's fishing for something.. actual fish , love, happiness, gain, prosperity, family, revenge, compliments, help.

There are times when I'm mildly stagnant, when I just sit and stare at the walls that surround me.. taking in the silence around me. I hate it. I can however sit in the darkness..waiting for the sunrise...I can sit all night and I might even be at peace...But as soon as I see the sun..I'm hustling and bustling..what gives?... is it a beacon..?
An alarm of sorts?
Then I run through the day ...faster than most others...and then the night comes again.
And I sit..again.
Everything slows down...Anxiety, the enemy kicks in
Portals open doorways to doubts and Uncertainty.
The voices I've heard throughout the day, play in my head conspiring to form the script of my dreams for that night. And I don't even know it.
Sub-consciousness leaves little to control..Involuntary thoughts result in unplanned actions.
I give in and consume the day, the happenings, the surroundings.
Then there are those rare occasions where I manage a burst of positivity and my dreams don't seem like a mirage...
I pour faith in myself and trust in my strength and my eagerness and stubbornness helps
And I smile and hope that tomorrows sunrise won't let me down...
You see its important that my catch for the day is a big one..cause later that evening...
I face the night.

Paradise Wall

I run back to caves to leave a little something to history
Our lives I realise to the future may be a mystery
I need no pen, no canvas or scroll
All I need is a stone, a wall and I'll carve it whole.
I'll draw trees, birds, hills and mountains..
I'll draw children sharing a fountain...
I'll draw Tigers for I fear they may not remain...
They might just disappear from every terrain..
I'll draw lovers sitting under walnut trees...
Where orchards will orchestrate the perfect breeze.
I'll draw fields with shepherds and ladies and sheep
I'll draw those faithful flea bags that help the sheep, the shepherd keep.
I'll draw gardens with butterflies fluttering
Gardens with exotic flowers cluttering..
I'll draw water and fish swimming through
I'll draw a sailor floating paper boats with the rest of his crew
I'll draw the excitement visible on a little girl's face..
I'll draw the anguish experienced by a little boy hoping to tie his lace
I'll draw parents watching their little child, for the first time walk..
I'll draw the happiness in their eyes when they first hear him talk.
I'll draw weddings with the dearly beloved gathered..
I'll draw the bride and the groom to whom the rest of the world never mattered.
I'll draw sand and shells next to seas..
I'll draw big red doors with wooden keys.
I'll draw the sun, the moon , the sky
Our time is precious and I now realize why..
Our world is extraordinary, we have to try and keep it that way..
Sometimes we just need to listen to what children have to say...
I wish I could draw more, draw it all...
But I realize for this I need a lot more stone...a lot more wall..
Save this world for you, for me, for one and all...
Respect the beauty of the Paradise Wall...........................................................


For our world and all that she's had to put up with..........Abhijeet.

The Need for a gong...

Uncertain disorders maintain their occurrences..
Foolishly we follow our pretenses
Our walks rarely change
Our minds yet deranged
Predictions about our future are often made in the past
The outcomes however often leave us aghast.
Were the Trojans foolish to fight?
Is peace for us today out of sight?
Why the terror?
Today there is no room for error..
Why the carnage?
What of peace and harmony?
Love and tranquility..
Freedom and neighborhood
A mirage it seems is all it is..
It eludes us ...Just when we need it the most.
Fear struck into our hearts..
We have seen now, how the bleeding starts.
I regret my tunes, my words, my song...
For no one listens..what I need is a gong.
Stop the madness...stop throwing ur bombs...every bullet you fire...leaves peace no chance...
Stop the madness...let our children have a chance...let them experience freedom like we did..


Cowards u kill in his name.....

Conversations in my head..

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you,

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Splish ,Splash

Voyeur

Blow me away.. I'm stagnant right now.
I'm Adonis yet my mirror cracks easily..how?
I'm fighting my private wars..gimme speed.
I'm different, I'm part of no creed.
Let me get through the carnage faster..
I'm a Voyeur..stop me from looking..
My words will cut through you...
The blade of my tongue will pierce through you deep..
Run away whilst you can..
I won't go easy...
You can smile at me..or laugh at me
Break me down or scream at me
I'll still be looking....
My eyes they see you..they remember you...they tear for you.
Your smile, Your face, your persona, your grace.
Where will you hide?
You usually glide.
Your hair it burns my skin...
when it lashes against my face....I bruise and you think you can win?
Your hands they're as cold as your heart..
I've known your madness..right from the start
The sand beneath your feet I've collected..
Built castles with them..even when I was neglected..
Don't look now but I'm staring at you...
I'm a Voyeur..but I'm no statue...
You've walked away ..so many times..
but you still haven't paid for your sins or your crimes...
But someday you may fall...
Remember me then , I may still answer your call...
I'll watch out for you...it's what I do best..
I won't ignore your pleas..not like the rest.
Live today as well as you please..
This life after all is just on lease...
Don't whimper...go through it..don't make a sound...
I'm a voyeur..I'll watch over you..I'll see you around.

Locksmith

Sure there was probably an explanation for all the dust I found in my bedroom...But I rarely bothered to ponder. I walked in and out of it, thinking about various other things..things that apparently matter/mattered often ignoring the one place which inspired me most. Sure I took it for granted as I tossed my crumpled clothes around...sure I yelled and screamed within those walls every time I wanted to plead sanity..Of course I head-banged to metal and tested the laws of gravity..yes on most days I typed away until my fingers turned sore...On some days I didn't bother with day light , confining myself to my domain..my zone...my world.Yet somehow I always took it for granted.Its uncanny that we humans..us ungrateful bunch of hypocrites often neglect the one's who have been kind to us. We often mock what is ours, we often overlook the things we have..often searching and looking and wishing for things we can't have. We never bother too see those special things, we overlook those special memories, so often we miss out on the present because of our obsession for the past and our desperation for a future. My room stands today awaiting its master, filled with memories happy and sad, the walls speak off passion and desire burnt into its paint. The ceiling bleeds with ambition and dreams that have been wished upon and stressed over. The floors speak of the body that touched it on several occasions, sometimes blending into each other.The doors acted as portals into imagination and fantasy. The room represented heaven and hell...where thoughts became ideas and freedom became necessary. So stop,look and comprehend. Make a list of everything you had and lost..and then make a list of everything u have and hold onto it...appreciate it..want it. We do our best sometimes to break away..and rip apart the shackles that have tied us down for so long, sometimes however only a key will work. No amount of pulling and tugging will help...You don't pick the lock when you can use a key..similarly even if you have the strength to rip the chain of its very hinges..don't ..it just means that ur still bound to it for a reason..understand why..... understand the need to complete the incomplete..understand that sometimes you just have to wait for the key.........
Click.............................................................................

Orange Rain

Seasons have changed and nothing is still...a competition it seems this life repeatedly builds. Echos and dreams once bore fruit, today reality emerges so cut throat. Passions neglected , but for what cause?.... a few bravo's and a little applause ? . Moving with the currents prolongs swimming, but what of tidal waves and port bells ringing. Caution to the wind is a risk one doesn't take, a life we all are trying to make. Forgotten we have, forgotten ourselves.. rotting away like old books on shelves. Mirages are discouraged , get real they say...but what of day dreams in the merry month of May?. Glorious days are promised for all realists, mocked are the one's who call themselves idealists. When it rains, you wish for snow..when it snow's u yearn for the sun's glow. Orange rain cometh , Orange rain go... We reap whatever we wish to sow. Dream your dream today my friend... Don't get lost with the set life trend. Wish for your wishes to come true, drink your coffee made with the finest brew. Laugh at the rain, laugh at the cloud..when u need to cry...do it aloud. Be yourself ..don't lose yourself to the cold..don't lose your identity ...don't be sold. Fight for your dreams and follow them through, mix it up in the batter of life and make a fine roux. Choice is yours -Be different or be the norm, Decide now while you are still in your dorm. Awaken dreamer your time has come, long you have hidden and long you've kept mum. Action now dreamer, work it out..tonights yours ..win that bout. What'll happen is an unknown fact , takes more than crystal balls to know with a pinch of tact.Follow ur dream, for as u dream ...so shall u become...Dream,hope,believe and do............
Orange rain cometh...Orange rain go..We reap whatever we wish to sow.

Tiara

I know of a doll. We call her Tiara. I call her friend.She doesn't call.She has friends, a few of them who always let her sit at the shiniest chair at a tea party. They don't really care for her, but are still drawn to her.Before you feel bad for our Tiara... halt, stop, cease and desist.She's good at painting pictures that people like to see.She stands on a bench of morality and resides on the highest floor of the doll-house. Still I know she is alone. May be she deserves to be.She's cold and manipulative and everyone is aware.Still those that have stood by and watched her be ,haven't left her side.Dolls aren't alive because they don't have the ability to feel or hurt.This doll then is no different.She sits on the rocking chair u leave her on.She smiles , keeping her cold gaze upon u.Not caring about your woes or troubles.As long as it doesn't affect her best interests, she will not stir.You open up to her with the hope that her face will soften.Nay!. It's still the same.You feel bad and you ponder upon your beliefs.Growing up ..you have always heard and believed that a doll is a child's best friend, a companion of sorts. You wonder then about Tiara and her motives. You stare at her hoping for her to yield and open up...but you end up hitting a brick wall.You hurt, she smiles. You cry, she smiles.You sigh, she smiles.You mummer to yourself and wonder about the material that was used to make this cold being.You wonder about her creation.Who then was responsible for not having sowed a heart into her? Who then thought that it would be funny to create a heartless doll? A doll it seems is a likeness to a person, a smaller replica.Can u imagine a person without a heart?... I can.

We call her Tiara...

The Juggernaut of Christmas Past and present

Tis' the season to be jolly fa lalalalala!...Its true its my favourite time of the year. I wish at times that it would snow where I live.. For a Christmas without snow is incomplete. Christmas is about sharing and giving , spending time with family and loved ones, sharing gifts and joy and yet however for the poor it may be no different than any other time of the year or may be it could even be worse. I'm blessed with comforts and for that I am grateful. I am thankful for all that I have and all that I shall receive. We however are never satisfied with what we have, even in our happiest moments sometimes we think that it could be better.Yes its true I have all the basics covered, still my selfish heart yearns for more.Christmases past and present have at times haunted my mind. Pouring thoughts through it along with cookies and wine.I see flashes of what has been and see images of what is.. and somewhere along the way I can see that somethings a miss. Its true I love Christmas , but its also the time that my heart misses everything that its lost in Christmas past. Christmas present always seems bleaker for I count the losses since Christmas Past. What have I lost? I wonder aloud since those Christmases of the past.As I recall the moments, I see those visions and my present is stirred and shaken. I wish for a Juggernaut who would pound the walls with his massive fists, someone who would let me ride on his massive shoulders and help me crash into the walls built up within my mind. I pray for a Juggernaut who would stop at nothing to shield me from whatever I may see. I seek a juggernaut , who when everytime I fall would pick me up and say ' come on ..get up..ride on my shoulders I'll take you back and forth'. I need that unstoppable juggernaut to spare my wounds.As I jump of his back into my present I think about everything that I saw...everything I have lost and also everything i have gained -----------------' Wheeeeeeeeezzze, Merry Christmas son',Are reindeer real?, Is that Santa?,Rudolf the red nose reindeer had a very shiny nose, And this is Dodo, Can you dance?, it's gonna be a black Christmas when he gets here..hahaha, ah mistletoe' we have to now..u know..no way around it, I'm gna ask her out two days after Christmas, Happy b'day Christ,Ur goin for mass dressed like that, have some Christmas cake, I'm hoping for a miracle,This Christmas all I really want is T......., I love Christmas cartoons, wish i knew more carols, hi I'M ABHI, Merry Christmas baby I miss you, I love you, Omg ur never gonna believe what happened,I wanna wear the Santa hat now,Where is she?..where where WHERE?'...and suddenly he grabs me hard. Stop it he says.Look at where u are. This is now. That was then . Just stop boomed his voice. Ur right I said, I'm going to concentrate on now...I saw everything I had and may be its gone now, but the things I still have I want them to last...and I'm ready to discover whatever lies ahead. Good boy!! said the juggernaut...Now onto the next run....Hop on kid!..Where to? I ask keeping my distance from him as he punches down yet another wall...a bright light blinding me temporarily shot through..and he says 'The Future'..............................................

Beginning.

Music and love

Whats love got to do with it? Indeed. Age old question. Are they perhaps related. Could they be that they are of the same family? Dare I say cousins. What then could the explanation be for music and love?So many questions fill my mind....The music distracts me. I listen as Korn play their twisted transistor and promise that this won't hurt a bit. Right. May be music is a distraction from love. Haha I laugh at my stupidity almost as soon as I finish that sentence. Distraction?. Ha! If anything they are 2 sailors on the same boat with a common need to remind of magical times. Every song must be somehow related to love. Even the incredibly noisy and angry one's that scream hate or death. What triggers them off?... May be its love...what's got em all pissed off ? May be betrayal in one form or the other. Songs about companionship,family,friendship they all speak of love.Songs generally act as reminders, reminders of feelings felt when we first heard a particular song...or may be reminders of people we loved and lost . For the lucky one's songs act as happy reminders of people who are still by their side. Music is what feelings sound like and love is the strongest of all feelings.Those who never sing ,die with all the music still in them. It is the same with Love.Music perhaps is love in search of a word.Music is beautiful, music is all around, music is necessary,music is hope,music is freedom,music is passion,music is rage,music is heavy,music is complete,music is soothing, MUSIC IS FOR EVERYONE..........

Whats love got to do with it?...Indeed.

Coffee

Slurp... sigh...hmmm...Funny how days fly.It just seems like yesterday I met her and I said hi. She was distracted had a lot on her hands. Animals aren't that easy to handle especially when they come in pairs. She seemed okay to me..nothing great.. your average joe at best..I was not too impressed , certainly not like the rest. I didn't pay attention to detail.. not back when all roads leading to her place were empty. She thought she was a prisoner, a brick in the wall , she had so much going for her and on most days I found myself waiting for her call. Still I found myself saying she ain't no biggie... I was wrong of course..It seemed she was all that they said she was. She was all that and more. The little girl grew and became a woman. Somewhere along the way we came full circle..we loved and fought, left and returned, laughed and cried. She's a woman now alright , she won't give it to you the way you'd like to hear it, she'll give it to ya straight.... No mincing words for this li'l girl...she's no pushover that 1. Super sweet she can be..sexy and sinful she is...a lack of discipline at times follow her mouldy ways but she knows where she's headed. I meanwhile am the observer, I sit back and watch her grow...what would happen if i interfered now? A chain of mistakes perhaps, so I let her grow on her own. You can't hold a child's finger too hard or she will hurt. I look in the mirror as I considered leaving her hand, I saw that I had hands as small as hers. Its strange how things work when you don't learn from the errors of your own martyring ways...To put it as best as I can....Ashes fly back into the face of the one who throws them........................................hmmmmmmmm...sigh ...... slurp.

The Heart is a boomerang

A smile on the face means your heart is at home. Excruciating pain is when love is trashed and the sceptics try and prove to you that there is indeed no such thing. You shrug it off without a thought because you've felt its power and you've felt its pain.Perfect balance it brings.The good brings the bad and the same is applicable for the reverse. As my memories haunt me back into an unnerving familiar feeling...my imagination floods me with images of what could have been.My wind chimes at times don't allow me sleep, my dreams at night... at times make me weep. When you walk away from some one you love..some one you truly love you always turn around atleast once and look back. Somewhere along the journey to closure you consider the story incomplete..but sometimes it is wise to understand ...that even though you had more words to write , your pages for this book are filled. Compete with time and face the string quartet for little pebbles falling in the puddles will eventually prove deafening.Someday you may find some 1 who will keep your love safe and trust you with theirs in return..But until then for the one's who've turned around oh so often i'd like to say A Fools paradise is a lost cause, for the heart is a boomerang throw it away as hard as you can........................................................................... Return it will someday.

Gotham...

..The moon that looks over the city..
Gleams over it showing its pity...
Homocidal maniacs taken over the streets..
So it is no surprise that death in numbers this city greets..
Poison pours through the roads....Filth that needs to be washed away
The residents of Gotham are used to this dramatic life...
For there is always a tragedy at bay..
The city has taken its hits before...
Behold now it has become a part of folklore..
Why does this city draw the maniacs?
It is unlike metropolis where people worry about the lex luthors and the brainiacs.
For is it funny when The Joker cackles at infanticide..?
His teeth chattering with joy,his mouth open so wide..
He stands upon a victim, who's been dead for a while.
He's claimed another life & the victim left lifeless & ironic as it may be the lifeless face left behind a smile.
Harley Quinn looks at the clown with a twinkle in her sadistic eyes...
She's in love with the joker..she never really had been very wise...
Is it fair that Oswald Cobblepot is running the mayor's office & passing insane laws...?
Is it fair that The Penguin sitting in that powerful office is orchastraiting street muggings & brawls...?
Is it safe to walk through Gotham Park ?
with the fear of Poison Ivy lurking somewhere in the dark...
Is it right to not fear The Scarecrow..is it right to be brave...?
Is it right that whether you fear him or fear fear itself ..?
he will eventually lead you to your grave...
Is it strange to feel cold in summer,cold enough to make you write your will..?
For Mr. Freeze will give you the worst frost bite or his cold heart will give you a chill.
Is it likely that Selina Kyle will rob you before she runs out of her nine lives?..
Very likely it is indeed, for look up The Catwoman dives...
Is it annoying enough to want to kill yourself upon hearing a flurry of sentences of mindless chatter..?
No one would blame you, you have just been exposed to The Mad Hatter...
Is it possible to have answers ,answers to riddles that may save your life..?
You'd better hope so, for once you meet The Riddler answer you must or get ready to meet the short end of a knife..
Is it just a mere flip of a coin that shall determine your run in the rat-race..?
That or a twisted mind yielded by the sinister vindictive man they call Two Face...
Inspite of running into a brick wall...the city still fight's back..
The city nor the people that live in it ....have ever really thrown in the sack...
Arkham asylum stands in the darkness..awaiting the criminals like a warden...
pacing restlessly up and down his office with intensity is Commisioner Gordan...
He sees the city slipping away from his hands....slipping away for good..
debating the future of the city....worried head to toe..as he most rightly should..."Start the Signal..." he bellows at Chief O Hara....and he runs upto the roof
A light is thrust upon the darkened sky...and cuts through the night...
Among the clouds..and the star The Bat like figure appears ever so bright...
For where there is evil..there shall be good...
Whether you live in a house made of straw, brick or wood....
And even this city clouded by misery and injustice has a hero...
Without whom the chances of Gotham surviving would be zero...
They speak of him in whispers...he is a legend of his time....
Some say he is a monster..others say he's a giant bat..
whatever the truth may be...He has his own sense of justice...
his own law of the land...
he promised himself upon his parents grave..that he would rid this city of crime....
He has seen his share of pain.....
For beneath the mask he is none other but the millionaire Bruce Wayne...
He lost his parents to a petty crime commited by a mugger on the streets at a very early age...
Since then he swore ..that against evil ..a war he will wage...
He is feared by the twisted..Every crime they have commited against humanity he has listed...
There are other vigilantes operating in the city....
some dark in nature like The Huntress...and some like Robin..ever so Witty...
He leads and they follow...There is always hope if u look for it....
But everyone has to do their part...even if its just a bit...
The people of Gotham have become immune to the battles they have seen...
They've become stronger now..stronger than they have ever been...
Fate is cruel...but the city is strong...
To no other city would the people of Gotham rather belong....
"fear The Bat " to all the criminals they scream...
"The kind of vengence he will bring ...u can only possibly dream...
"Who will win in the end is not even worth debates.....
Behold evil doers....THE DARK KNIGHT awaits..........

A tribute to Gotham City...and Batman and all related characters by a genuine fan....Abhijeet Shetty.

LOVE...

i saw her standing...a smirk on her face...

light surrounding her being...she was my kryptonite...

she made me kneel...

i lay low shivering...

fighting the pain...she walked towards me...knife in hand....

i looked up at her...

she drove me insane...i had dealt with enough,,,,

yet no one had heard my torrid screams....fighting images of what had been..

images that never left me even in my dreams....

i closed my eyes....she stabbed me in my arm.....

i screamed in pain....

i staggered back ....and i thought was it for nothing..my struggles ..all in vain?the earth seemed to spin slower...

everything seemed to stand still for a while

i reached for a stone that lay nearby...

i flung it at her..missed her by a mile...

perhaps i intended to...the glass of a nearby window shattered...the glass shards flew onto me piercing me as they passed..

i fell to the ground..fell on my back....shaking uncontrollably...

the autumn wind..blew with all its glory...

trees looked down upon me..hoping to one day tell my story...

leaves fell upon me..as if to show their pity...

i was surrounded by mist...as i lay on the roads of this abandoned city...

i felt her close..could hear her encroaching...

perhaps my last few minutes... i could sense them approaching...

she knelt upon me..holding me down by my chest...

i tried pushing her off me..i tried my best..

she said in an almost angelic voice.."let me set u free"

i replyed weak n battered.."just pls ,pls let me be"

she ran her fingers upon my face....."why didnt u give up?" she said...why the chase...?

i said gazing into her penetrating eyes.."because u gave me purpose...u made me love..."

she replied in a cold voice..."loving me my dear friend for u..has never been wise"....

of all the moments that i had lived...this had been the longest..the longest it had ever been..

"i want to punish u" she said "for thinking u could have me"....

"go on"..i said.."i would rather pass on than live without loving u...for may be i am far too weak to do that...or may be my love for u is too powerful"

...suddenly there was no remorse...suddenly no regrets..

its better this way i thought...a fitting end..

perhaps the right way to say goodbye...a godsend..

when suddenly she kissed me...and i felt bliss...

our lips met....we breathed as 1....with our special kiss...

she drew away from me...."that was for loving me "..she said...

"and now u must pay..for i don't love u so"...

she held my neck and raised her hand..

the blade on the knife gleamed.."im going to pierce ur heart she said"...

n while saying so she beamed...

i closed my eyes perhaps for one last time..

i was spent ...spent down to the very last dime...

i felt a thud beside me...

i lost all feeling inside me...

i was alive...

i opened my eyes...

she lay next to me....

lifeless..she had found a way to punish me...

and the one thought that passed my mind as i picked her up in my arms...

is that for all the love that i gave her.....

why did she hate me so.....?

FIN.

Darkness

I'm in love with the darkness of the night...

I'm in love with all thats worth a fight

I'm in love with the magic of the new...

I'm in love with the morning and its dew..

I'm in love with the songs sung in Church...

I'm in love with something worth a search..

I'm in love with darkness through and through...

and the darkness loves me too...

And the darkness loves me too...

clarity

I am a secret...dn't try and understand me...

I am speed..dn't try and catch me...

I am omnipresent..don't try and locate me...

I am aggressive..only when i have to be...

I am passion....try n fight me...

I am freedom...enjoy me....

I am strength...keep me...

I am nostalgia....remember me...

I am anger...stay clear of me...

I am stubborn...dn't try n convince me...

I am solid...dn't try to break me....

I am thunder...fear me....

I am religion...God is a part of me...

I am words....read me...

I am reflection....dn't hide from me...

I am death....accept me...

I am clarity...clear as crystal can be.

withering away

Bruised beyond repair...

pain u can't compare...

insanity of the past...

struggles in the dark....

leaving memories incomplete...

fighting plagues of curses we reap...

we tried building sand castles...

with open bruises that run so deep...

we dug our hands into mud instead...

but you can't make castles of sand with mud....

especially when you're bleeding.....