Time’s arrow

We’re fucked up
Which is why we need this show called time
To show us we’re fucked up
That it might turn out alright
It might not
You might work for something and never get it
You might get something, yet you never worked for it
You might stay strong for everyone else
or you might not give a damn
You might stand up when you know you’re going to fall
You might fall and never want to stand up again
You might hate doing something you ought to love
You might want to love something but you don’t know how
You might wait for that knock on your door
while keep knocking on others’ doors
You might break others to heal yourself, to feel better
You might pretend for them to like you
You might need someone, anyone
And you might need no one
You might feel like life’s sorted
only to see it tumble and fall for no fault of your own
You might hate yourself so much that you wonder how someone else can love you
if you don’t love yourself
You might love yourself so much and yet you wonder why nothing is going right
You might regret everything
You might cherish everything
You might be waiting for that one thing in life that you know will fix you up
But when you do get it, it could fix only a corner and not entire universe
You need this show
To tell you that its okay
And that you gotta be ready and strong
to face whatever comes along
because you’re responsible for your choices
And the only important thing is that the show must go on

-lordofthefandoms

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Down to the last second.

The alarm rang. He turned it off and dozed on. Thinking he’d sleep for another 10 minutes.

An hour later, he opens his eyes, straining to check the time. Eyes wide and now fully awake, he scrambles out of bed and hurriedly gets dressed.

Out the door in 10 minutes or his first day at work won’t be. Breakfast skipped, he jumps into the car and guns it.

First intersection- a red light. Time is running out. It still being fairly early, no other cars are to be seen. Impetuously, he presses on, not noticing the school bus rounding the corner towards the intersection.

Crash. Slam. Grind. Blood pouring out of his head. The very last seconds of his life, ticked away. A world of pain, left behind.

Little green

Oh little green

What it took to make you stand up

Hours in toiling,

Getting dirty to the knees

Out in the blazing yellow.

Drink some water, little green.

Get greener, stronger.

Point yourself up

Up towards the sky

Where you shall reach soon.

In years after me

You shall stand, little green.

Stand up for me

Stand up for after me

Stand up for you, little green.

The Man Of Steel

 He was

A forgotten planet’s forbidden born

A brave mother’s trust of faith

A defeated General’s war horn

A scientist’s doomsday wraith

He was

The vessel of repressed anthems
The herald of infinite strength, wisdom

Of nightmares and approaching phantoms
Of horrors birthed nay from god’s kingdom

 

He was
As strong as overflowing midday suns
As kind as the old man’s gratitude

As fierce as the ghosts of long lived ones

As sharp as the horizon nude

 

He was

The trooper that circled the universe

The ship that carried the ocean’s weight

The gaze that subdued the drunk’s curse

The love that balanced the cosmic hate

 

And yet, he was

Under appreciated, like the eager youth,

Underrated, like the father’s love

Misunderstood, like the exhaustive truth

His deeds ephemeral, like the clouds above

 

He was
Blamed, outcast, a framed cannon ball

Ridiculed, punished, a grand revile

And yet, he endured it all

With yet another smile

Gazing through his ruby eyes,
He never stopped to see

The minuscule love

Albeit nestled in his fantasy

So when he saw the chance, to win

This was his world, he knew it then
The world that bore him from the begin
Till the end, for he knew that was near, again

 

And that was okay, a sacrifice

This was his world, he knew it now

He would love them, no matter the price

He would pay, to let them live above

 

All the hate, the avarice forgotten

The man of steel ricocheted toward,

A star zooming to death un-cautioned

Holding the emerald death trap sword

 

He was

The epitome of love, in time of malice

Truth in times of deceit

The boy scout who sauntered to the gallows

The hope filling and flooding the back streets

 

“You will give them an ideal to strive toward

They will race behind you

They will stumble, they will fall

But in time, they will join you in the sun Kal.

You will help them accomplish wonders”

 

He had.
He had made them come together.

-lordofthefandoms

 

 

 

 

 

A great big world

It’s a great big world out there. 7 billion people. 510 million square kilometres. 8.7 million species of flora and fauna.

Natural wonders, like the Angel Falls, the Norwegian fjords, the Northern Lights and the Amazon rainforest.

Feats of engineering, like the Burj Khalifa, the Eiffel Tower, the Great Pyramids and the Taj Mahal.

Yet here we are. Living and breathing the dust and pollution in a metro of the South. The daily grind having made us robots with flesh and bone. Where is the adventurer? Why is he buried so deep within?

Unleash him. For he be a wandering spirit. A soul seeker. A life giver. He shall take us to places we ought to lay our eyes on. He shall carry us to utopia and back. He shall change our very cores.

Unleash him. Just for a short span. Unleash him, and be rewarded. With such an elixir, that life will not be about the grind anymore. It will be passion. Goodwill. Strength. Hope. Happiness. Peace.

Let the forests bewitch you. Let the rivers enchant you. Let the vast rolling fields calm you.

It’s a great big world out there. Let it see you as an untamed spirit. As a colourful soul. As a human being. Let it see you be alive.

Baggage

Ever wanted a break from yourself?
Be someone else but still be you, but devoid of the baggage you bear?

No.

The baggage you carry is part of who you are and it made you to be who you are.

So if you’re without your baggage, you can’t be you.

Wear your cuts and bruises with the bravery of a soldier, the grace of an athlete and the beauty of a ballet dancer.

For, without them, the word ‘you’ denotes but mere space. Where your identity used to be. 

Belief

They say God is almighty. They say God is all powerful. They say he runs the universe. 

I say God is a figment of belief. As are several other things. 

These things exist for you simply because you believe in them. 

If you believe in God, there is God. If you believe in karma, there is Karma. If you believe in love, there is love. 

You are the giver. The enabler. It is your belief that lets entities arise. 

In essence, you are God. And that’s why things go wrong sometimes. 

To endings and beginnings

And so, it ended. 14 days of pure euphoria. 

Barriers broken, places explored, people met, friendships-for-life made; mind opened.

Endings are always sad. But they go on to show just how much you cared. For the people you met, the places you went, the food you ate and the life you lived. 

And that is priceless. And that is how endings lead you on to new beginnings of stories you never thought you would tell. 

Cheers to endings.

Homesick

I left home. Everything I knew. Everyone I loved. Feeling homesick. 

To a strange place. Of strange sights. And strange people. 

My first hours mired with problems. 

But then, the strange people, like the soft light after a storm, stepped in.

To guide me, to help me. 

Two weeks I was here. Waking up on the same bed. Having breakfast at the same bakery. Taking the same bus with the same people. 

And so, the strange sights became familiar. The strange people became friends. 

But then came the time to leave. To leave everything I came to know. Everyone I came to love. Feeling homesick. 

Barbecue and conversations

The coal fired.

The grill laid.

The food cooked. To perfection. 

Drinks are out, spirits are high. 

In the quiet of the cloudy evening, strangers came together, over barbecue and conversations.

Amidst vivid exchanges had, rich memories recollected and old tales retold, friendships were forged. 

A modest evening flowed into a perfect night. 

Because true friendship knows no boundaries. 

Prost!