Steelheart

Steelheart
Electricity is his lifeblood
A nuclear reactor generates
Infinite power for life.
Steelheart
Grease lubricating his joints
As his limbs move with
The robotic efficiency of
A hydraulic pump system.
Steelheart
Plexus of electrical wires
Connected to a myriad of
Hair-thin Optical fibres that
Are sensitive to external
And internal stimuli granting
Him a mechanical homeostasis.
Steelheart
CPU of a billion microprocessors
Coordinating individual programs
And ensuring all processes run
Together in unity as a system.
Steelheart
A 1000-megapixel camera
Recording its 4D reality to be
Stored in a hard drive.
Steelheart
Epitome of rational thinking
Immune to all human emotions.
Steelheart
Infected with love.
Steal heart. Stolen.

Beastiful

The Hole

Inspired by a conversation…

He asked her about a hole in the ground
That exists in their minds but nowhere else.
He asked her if she would jump past it if
She could or skirt around it completely
Or if she would instead stick both feet down
Its mouth not to check how far she will fall,
But to know if, maybe, it leads to her
Own secret adventures in wonderland.

She said she would ponder on the kind of
Devilry contained therein. She would take
A plunge into the darkness, the abyss.

He warned, the fall might last eternity;
The fall might prelude the earth’s molten core.
He feared the darkness consuming her light

She said she finds it better to fall, that
Way she’ll learn to fly and in between she
Would have learnt so much.
She’ll take the fall to
Know if in that darkness she has a niche
Of her own. No, she would not fall, she would
Jump, soar, fly! In that hole she finds herself.

But she is scared he would not fall with her;
Scared he would not hold her hands as he does;
Scared he would not be there to catch her with
An open heart. While he is scared of the
Answer to her question: “Do you want me?
What do you desire?” The hole is simply
A non sequitur, a misdirection.

Beast

Kukulaja: A Children’s Terror

Kukulaja! Kukulaja!
I hail thee, O Terror of Nights!
The King of shadows! King of fright!

Kukulaja! Kukulaja!
Look how these children whimper at
The mention of your mighty name!
Those who know hide laughter beneath
Sombre faces ‘ever wary
Of your wrath! Those who do not cry!

Kukulaja! Kukulaja!
I hail thee, O Master of Tricks!
Maker of Masks! Father of Freaks!

Kukulaja! Kukulaja!
Beware the light and breaking Dawn!
Disappear in the face of the
Shining sun! My Mother sings me
To a graceful sleep! Tonight I
Slip away from your terror grip!

 

Source: Kukulaja: A Children’s Terror

Nameless

Listen well enough and you’ll hear the echoes
Of the pieces of my broken heart falling in
The vacuum left in its hallowed place.
Although I smile and laugh at everything
I simply am a mask and nothing more.

A statistic with a life but faceless;
A grain of sand in a livid sandstorm;
A single photon in diffused light;
The first scale shed by moulting snakes;
I am of lesser worth than my sentimental value.

Hold my hands and walk this walk down memory
Lane but beware the quicksand of sentiment.
First step I take in remembrance takes me
Back to serial uterine contractions,
Back to the promise of my very first breath,
Back to the washed-out cardboard box where my
Name was whispered into my infant ears,
Only to be snatched away by my tears
And baby cries as we say our goodbyes.

Complete me. Call me. Don’t call me. Nameless.

 

Source: Nameless

The Outcast and The Lantern

Beastiful Words

Although the destination be unknown,
Although the night be dark and sky empty,
A sphere of light walks by my lonely side.

Although the way is far and dangerous,
Although the light is gone from the tunnel’s end,
I stole the darkest cloud’s silver lining.

Although I wonder how long these flames burn,
Although I wander these streets endlessly,
I will never let go your metal hand.

* * *

It’s dark. Living in a city without power, it’s always going to be dark. Whenever it gets this dark, the heroes retire and the villains have to save the day, or night as the case may be. I’m one such villain even if people say I’m the one who needs saving. The only illumination around comes from a lantern half-filled with kerosene that I pick up to light my way and this begins my routine nightly walk ‘round the neighbourhood…

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