“Come on Shiela, our son’s playing!“ Kumar was ecstatic jumping with joy watching the idiot box in their new flat.
The Kumar’s had just moved to the locality; shifting to a comfortable three bedroom apartment, a great relief from the dark and dingy single bedroom flat where they had lived for twenty long years! All thanks to their son Vijay!
The tower stood lonely
Rocked by the sea;
The tower, told to be made of stone,
Was bent on guiding thee!
Years of struggle with the water
A forlorn sight it wore;
It was no great warrior
But a fighter nonetheless!
Waiting for her estranged kids
Guiding them all ashore;
The tower gleamed back into the darkness,
A noble crown dost she own!
When hopes are dashed amidst the rocks
With all hell breaking loose
The ocean turns out to be a deserting friend
Lo and behold – a faithful beam is seen!
And I plunge into the depths
Where I’ve never dared to tread
I take a peek at the inner mirror
Thinking I’ll see my true self…
Horrified at the first glance
A creature emerges – one half me
And the other a hideous monster!
The fiend half awake and waiting…