They love wrath.
They love mystery.
They love shadows.
They love darkness.

They ignore innocence.
They ignore kindness.
They ignore friendship.
They ignore love.

Why do they run behind darkness,
Leaving the light behind?
Why their souls, one cannot find?
Is it the adventure of darkness and mystery?
Or is it simply,.......an escape?

I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.
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Now,
I am a superhero...my superhero.
Saving and defending my ownself.
Coz' during the troubled times,
No one rescues...its just one being ...standing alone, against all odds.


I wish they had given me one chance,
Just one...



Not to be the hero...

When the sun rose
From its dark slumber,
I asked:"Don't you get tired of burning and shining for us for millions and millions of years?"
He answered:"My love is real for you all
And love never gets tired."

When the moon peeked into the sky,
Drowning the earth with its silvery milk,
I asked:"Don't you get tired of watching over us, and dissolving our loneliness in your milky light?"
She answered:"My love is real for you all
And love always guides."

When the stars played beside our moon,
Looking like moon's divine children,
I asked them:"Don't you get tired of making us believe in magic and create worlds of the unrealistic?"
They answered:"Our love is real for you all
And love is all about belief."


I had one final question,
I asked:"Why is it then, that we always run behind love?"
The universe answered:"Its because, until now, you didn't know what is love.
The Universe loves you and so does all it's heavens
And yet you can't find love.

Look inside yourself,
You are an universe in yourself.
You may never find love
But Love will always find you
-from outside as well as from your insides."

Remember how you tried to burn me and reduce me to ruins?

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The fire still persists,
And feeds on your cursed life.

Sometimes I think how different my life would've been,
If I knew all the truths.


It would have been worse...

What must you do when the whole world tries to pounce on you?
Won't you just throw them back?
Push them aside?
To protect your own esteem?
Your own respect?
And most importantly,
Your own faith?
The world is hell enough!
And heaven in its own ways.
Don't dare to tell me where I must go after death!
Don't  even dare to call me evil.

When you did all the evil work,
And I tried raising my voice against it,
Why was it that everyone stood by your side
And deemed me evil?