Stillborn

Stories of the scattered dreams,

and that of the forbidden fruit,

the one wish a genie grants,

what if everything is truth!

 

Have you ever thought?

Maybe, the battles with dragons were really fought.

And all the scattered dreams were just tears,

the forbidden fruit was nothing but fear.

What if the genie’s wish, was only a bait dear?

Did the dragons really breath fire?

Or were they the demons of our burning desire.

 

Are we even real and do we see,

realty the way it is supposed to be.

Were we ever free?

Or our freedom was gone,

as soon as we were born.

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Am I free

Tried to Open my eyes this morning,
Found my eyelids were in chains.
They were heavy and I was unable to see,
And this feeling pertained.
Somehow with half of the visual,
I interpreted the world.

Bumping every other minute into someone,
I walked cursing the world.
With a few distorted colours I saw,
I inferred how everything looks.
The missing shades and the lines,
My ignorant mind readily cooked.

Somehow i Got into conflict,
with everyone who came along and disagreed.

Trusting my vision that was too limited,
And mind that was not free.
I walked down the road
As if I was the only one who could see.

Deep down I guess I knew,
This wasn’t the reality.
My mind soon was flooded,
With questions on logic, reason and morality.
Agitated that day,
I sat around the corner.
To my surprise what I notice was clinging chains everywhere.

Demon Slayer

This is the story of the boy that i knew.

Thought he could bring down the mountain if he wanted to.

Unaware and Ignorant,

all the things in the world he wanted to do.

 

Had no mirror to show him his strength,

Nor anyone to reflect his weakness.

With closed eyes he thought he could play chess.

One day packed his bag with all of his mess,

left for a trip thinking he was blessed.

 

And as he traveled he saw himself,

in his shadow,

as sometimes a dwarf and sometimes an elf.

In every step he was perplexed.

The carefree steps were now complex.

And a little smile was also heavily taxed.

 

He reached a desert with a demon to fight.

Ferocious it was, and ready to bite.

The boy picked the knife and held his nerves tight.

I will slay the demon and then there will be light.

 

He thought, despite the beating he got

he still fought.

Kept on getting up and the demon finally lost.

He said,

It’s done now and enough i have bled.

With overwhelming joy he tossed his head.

 

Then an unknown voice from somewhere said,

This ain’t the end and wont be over unless you are dead.