Will you be there?

I see the world crashing around me,
And in the mirror,the cracks forming.

Theres an eruption in this body of mine,
My soul dissolves too, without a trace.

The beacon of hope is fading,
Away from my sight and heart.

Chill surrounds me, reminding me,
The human I am, false.

Emptiness rises like a tide above me,
Filling my awaiting voids.

Gloom would have been happy,
But if I were just gloomy, ahha!

The sun comes out to blind me,
New moon! Is always how the night greets me.

What’s this, that slithers away?
Draining me, turning me listless.

Will I ever see the stars, the light?
Or am I cursed to see, just black!!

Sinking through this abyss of mine,
Just one question I ask of you!!

Will you be there??
Will you be there??

Kryptonite!!!

Krypton: the planet where Superman was born.

Kryptonites: fragments of the planet(Krypton).

The problem: even though Superman loves his place of birth, the moment he comes into contact with those fragments, sadly he looses his super powers on earth and hence becomes vulnerable to evil forces.

Why am I writing about this?? :: This piece of writing started off due to irregular electric signals in my idle brain at 4 am when I started thinking about this wonderful cartoon series(Superman) that could keep me enthralled for hours, due to which my parents had perennial doubts that I was a zombie.( Exercising my brain about anything leave studies is dangerous to the world around me).But I could not help but think we all have our kryptonites, what I mean to convey for example is the most exciting, captivating and necessary thing to a drug addict is a shot in the arm, but at the same time he/she knows it would cause harm. One can’t ignore the fact that you may not have one but multiple kryptonites around you. No one should forget that kryptonites for real humans like you and me would be the person(s) we love the most. They are your weakness, they are your strengths. Come into contact with them you will feel unconditional/unlimited joy or they could drain you of all your energies and leave you high and dry. Recognize your kryptonites for they are precious. They remind you of what you are, what you can loose and more importantly what more you can gain in this short span when you are on earth. After all we are not from Krypton.

If I’m alive and well, will you be
there holding my hand.
I’ll keep you by my side with my
Superhuman might.
Kryptonite.
(3 doors down)

Packing and Unpacking!!

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After 6 years of staying in a single apartment and making friends from 2 month young kids to the ones who are rattling bones in their skinbags, moving away from this place , hurts a bit a feeling which i never had even when i was a kid when i was moving from city to city thanks to my dear dad( no offence dad).This emotion started within me when a kid( 8th class maybe) started crying when she got to know that me and my family were moving.And this further made me think , people other than my dear parents and darling sister could cry for me.I felt better, i knew i could love people but i also learnt i could make people love me in return too( all hopes about which i was loosing untill this eventful day)…………..that girl is my angel, i now look at the world in a better way.. all because of her a 14 year old girl….who unknowlingly made this a better place for me!! packing and unpacking is seriously a pain in da ass… all the dust, all the grime that kept accumumulated you happily ignored despite your mom’s assurances…..in the end you suffer.That is what i am doing ,suffering without actually showing that i am suffering, with my dear mom smiling behind me! But on the flipside, the better part of packing is you find your old comics, your old HE MAN collection , your old Dragon Ball Z geometry case…….all forgotten , all waiting for this day when they will be dusted, when they will be played with, when they will be read, when again they would be filled with pencils, carried around proudly making your friends burn with envy!!!

Moral of the Story: Dont forget love( materialistic or spiritual)

the first one;a song by me!

Deprivation looms large over me
But why is that I am crying?
This in no one’s fault
But mine!
And I am stabbing myself as
Nothing is fine!

All I needed to do was think
Think that I could do something to help
My inner divine.

As I go somewhere down the line
I can’t find no one to blame,
But ME!!!!