by: Tharun Jayaprasad *Knock knock*, who’s at the door? You do look familiar, have we met before? Oh yes, how can I forget you! You are just the person I was looking for. Boy! how different you seem from what I had heard and seen. Gleaming with honesty and those eyes draped in the fabric of impartiality, Lady Justice, that’s how I hoped that you would have been. Why is that now, the satin on your eyes lies tilted? The eye covered, is turned away from the helpless cries, The one peeking ensures the creatures who play you and wreck you, Stay untouched, undisputed. Why is that now, the balance leans more to a side? While one of them is empty, unsatisfied, The other is well looked after, though lacking any rationale, That makes you, for them, fight. Why is that now, the sword which you once yielded to fight…
Some lucid dreams escalate our childish imaginations by mirroring reality in the most horrifying ways, bringing forth new monsters of lore. After all, this must be how the myths that birthed monsters were first created by the writers, right? One such creation are the werewolves. What does a werewolf’s curse actually entail, the ability of being able to turn into a wolf or the ability to turn others into a monster just like them? Read in this poem, what the Curse of a Werewolf meant for a lonely young girl…..
“And it was at that age poetry arrived in search of me.
I don’t know; I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river.”
Poetry fuels the literary world. It has given us solace when asked for, a smile when needed. At the very least, we must acknowledge its essence.
Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?
Everyone in this world faces bad times. Bad times mess with our heads, make us feel incompetent. It makes us want to be alone, away from others. People turn to themselves for companionship and moral support. But we must remember that bad times don’t last FOREVER. It is just that one moment that changes everything for us. That one person that helps us stand up.
But there is always that one place that we never want to go back to.