The World at Large

  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, F...

A lady's ordeal...

 A lady smirked in front of the devil,

Angering him beyond levels,

‘O little maiden, you must tremble before my wrath,

for I am here to put an end to your path.’


The lady’s smirk grew into a smile,

For which the devil’s fury turned into an atrocious cry,

‘O maiden don’t test me, you are destined to die’


His voice bellowed with power but was no match for her laughter,

As she went on with glee, dishonouring the reaper.

Red rings of fire appeared to adorn him,

Wings of jet black slowly caressed him.


The lady stopped, with not a tremble in her eyes.


‘O mortal, what is the secret to your endless blue skies?

People tremble with fear as they think of me,

I appear as the vicious venom in most of their dreams.

Yet here I see a mere woman,

Shadowing me with such might and glee”


The lady replied with a bold voice.

‘You can only just take my life, not my will, not my legacy,

 and not my hope for a better generation of humanity.’


- Mahathi.S

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