“Fear not, O Friend, I’ll battle this evil with ye”, said I as I sat down with him under the shade of a tree. He produced a bottle of some strange potion, and took a swing from it. I had been on an errand that would have to wait, when I had encountered a comrade of old, along the road, whose resigned look made me weep for the ways of this world. “Tell me more about this evil sorcerer you spake about.” “Oh! He is a master of words, he shall ask you riddles of deceit and trap you in his unbreakable spell. His ways are such he can deceive even the King!”, he said. “But then again why you go to battle him, single handedly when you yourself say that he can deceive even the King himself?” “O Sir Knight, it is not on my own that I go. This sorcerer has called upon me, bidding me to come or he shall make me repent for my mistakes.” “You speak of the messenger that came to your castle with a parchment of unknown origin?” , I asked. “You also have received the summons, as I did?” “So it seems Old Friend, but alas to my dismay I had other important matters at hand to deal with, I could battle this one before. If only I had, you would’ve had to see this day. Today I shall set the wrongs I did before.” I replied, looking at the trees that seemed to hold the sky in place. Throwing away the bottle, my old friend and comrade, looked remorsefully at the sky, and said, “You think lightly of the battle at hand, don’t you?” “Isn’t he just a master of words? I fear no one in the battle of swords and I believe I can easily battle him in wits.” “Well Sir Knight you could, but then again you remember the Knight who the last Championship Bout at the Capital? Well, believe or not the champion himself was trapped as a fly in the spider’s web.” “You words do in fact bring a certain amount of blackness to the entire business at hand, but you don’t dissuade me from the quest I have undertaken to aid you, no matter what you say.” “Well, If you have read the 13th and 14th chapter thoroughly then you have no problem with this viva voce.” said he, as my gears of war was transformed back into with a bag full of books and the armor back to jeans. With a sigh I said, “Which I have not, even this assignment is missing a few questions. I just hope he won’t notice. Just let us get it over with.” Dragging our unresponsive feet, we made our way into the cabin of the professor.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Beach
Alone I stand on the shore, the water seemed to stretch,
Forever and ever on the horizon, one thing fascinates me,
Why is that waves gain momentum near the shore,
When all the sea is calm for all to see in the endless scene?
Foam forms at behest of sand, slashing and splashing at regular intervals,
Threatening to take the land beneath, your feet, sand shifted away,
Only leaving you small islands, to perch upon. A foam so formed covers,
The intersection between land and sea, thereby making boundaries vanish,
I walk in water trying to decipher, thus water end?
Or when, does this beach and both the sides?
I stand and watch sand castles, being built and watch them fall,
Battered by the relentless water on their walls, foundations shaken violently.
I stand and watch the birds, one time here, one time there,
Flying as they please, no regards for time nor for the boundaries humans make.
I stand and watch the shells emerge from their hiding place,
Hurting the feet as they come beneath, but pleasing the eye as they come in hand,
I stand and watch the sun plays a riot of colors, expanding its light into seven pieces,
Each splitting to give a feast for the mind, ever so more as the water flows.
I start walking again with the sandals in my hand wet, the bottle in hand empty,
I feel a void in my hand, something that I can’t make head or tail of,
Is it the troubles I faced, over the years weathering each as a storm?
Is it for the sorrows I feel, for something lost forever?
And lo behold! A wonderful scene emerges yonder,
I don’t know at that instant, a trick of light I perceive,
I saw a scene that made me happy though nothing much more than the beach,
Lit up like the Paradise itself, a scene worthy of Him.
Forever and ever on the horizon, one thing fascinates me,
Why is that waves gain momentum near the shore,
When all the sea is calm for all to see in the endless scene?
Foam forms at behest of sand, slashing and splashing at regular intervals,
Threatening to take the land beneath, your feet, sand shifted away,
Only leaving you small islands, to perch upon. A foam so formed covers,
The intersection between land and sea, thereby making boundaries vanish,
I walk in water trying to decipher, thus water end?
Or when, does this beach and both the sides?
I stand and watch sand castles, being built and watch them fall,
Battered by the relentless water on their walls, foundations shaken violently.
I stand and watch the birds, one time here, one time there,
Flying as they please, no regards for time nor for the boundaries humans make.
I stand and watch the shells emerge from their hiding place,
Hurting the feet as they come beneath, but pleasing the eye as they come in hand,
I stand and watch the sun plays a riot of colors, expanding its light into seven pieces,
Each splitting to give a feast for the mind, ever so more as the water flows.
I start walking again with the sandals in my hand wet, the bottle in hand empty,
I feel a void in my hand, something that I can’t make head or tail of,
Is it the troubles I faced, over the years weathering each as a storm?
Is it for the sorrows I feel, for something lost forever?
And lo behold! A wonderful scene emerges yonder,
I don’t know at that instant, a trick of light I perceive,
I saw a scene that made me happy though nothing much more than the beach,
Lit up like the Paradise itself, a scene worthy of Him.
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