My Literary Indulgences...

Negativity clouded these eyes leaving me blind to all that is benign… And then one day my skeptical eyes opened to the everyday divine… It’s amazing how the poorest jokes of my friends stick to my mind… How relieving the base joys of pranks and sheer idiocy I find… Surprisingly these little things bring a spring in the step replacing the plod… For it is in these little things, I feel sublime, I find god… There’s some unearthly pleasure in the silences I share with my love… Looking at those shy eyes, teasing her and getting a playful shove… Even in talking of mundane things, the affection leaves me awed… For it is in those mundane words, I find meaning, I find god… It stumps me how my sister always knows what I want to hear… One smile from her calms me, my heart melts when she calls me “papa bear”… She keeps ribbing me, attacking my back with punches and prods… And in those shots of love, I find unflinching support, I find god… I miss her...

They say relations formed in tough times last They never wither; they never fade into past… Such is a relation I have with a girl A true angel in my life, priceless as a pearl… She brings out the best in me When I am blinded with anger, pain, sadness or irrationality, she makes me see… She stands by me, for me, as solid as a rock For my battered ship on the verge of sinking, she is a long awaited dock… Her deep kind eyes light up my life Her ever encouraging smile boosts me in my strife… Her bubbliness keeps the child in me alive But with maturity and wisdom, she advises me when I am being naïve… Whenever we remember our first meeting, an incident now old She tells me “first impression is the last impression”, in our case, doesn't hold… She says don’t trust me blindly, don’t be so dependent on me And all I say is, I do trust you that way, its involuntary… I don’t know how to describe our relation, friendship’s too small a word It’s also n...

For the posterity that now dwells, it is just another legend of yore… But these old eyes have seen his face; these ears still ring with his last roar… Born of royal blood, he was a proud son of great sires… His face a pool of tranquility, but his eyes burned with the holy fire… His flowing mane was a source of jealousy in the pride… His lithe albeit muscular body moved in slow confident strides… When he came of age, on a paradisaical day, he found his great love… The fire in his eyes raged with passion, as he received this blessing from above… Her love, an essence of divinity, brought true happiness in his life… He gave up his ascension to power hungry brothers, and moved out with his wife… Alas, honor seldom begets honor in this crooked world… The venomous snake of evil poised to strike, which till then had lain curled… Treacherous friends and zealous brothers joined forces to take him out… Oh how they maligned his name! Infusing even his...