Is it Me or Monster


Is it Me or Monster?

"WHO IS MORE EVIL POWER OR THE WHO POSSESS THE POWER?"


 Sometimes I feel possessed by a demon.

It could be the thing I enjoyed is nothing to rejoice about,

Those are the dark stuff in a parallel universe of my heart. 

That dimension intersects with my soul.

It stands where I know what is right and wrong.

It stands with my morals, values, and ethics.

What is acceptable and whichever is not.

I am completely aware.

But other’s pain makes me insatiable.

It is weird, I know.

 I want justice to be served for what I feel is correct.

But what do I feel is just another better thing for me.

So how is it better for anyone else?

I am injust and so is the world.

~rosh

Comments

Post a Comment

READ THIS

"...I want to be a doctor."

Image
I reached the countryside. I sensed a strange feeling like I was supposed to be there. After feeling like a vagabond for a month, I felt as I am home. My folks were arguing over farms and lands. The chaos is surrounded by the sweet smell of soil. The breeze made my hair danced in the air. I found a way to get away from the talk. What another way could be than cycling to small roads? I did it all the time in the city. I loved to find new ways on my two wheels. I asked for permission with some authority to my grandma, Because I was not ready to take no for an answer. She said, “do not go too far and take ‘ Rimjhim’ with you.” It was out of the question that I will go alone. I was brand-new and unaware of this village. I adored that girl. She was passionate, thoughtful, and knowledgeable. I could see the simplicity in that girl’s eyes. She was my navigator and tour guide, We rode to the station. She asked, “ didi , Do want to go to the shakti’s tem...
Read more

Kitchen Set

  Ask an only daughter. This is what she said, "Parents dotted her. I played, cried, loved, laughed, learned." Did it all over and over again. There was a saying her mother  got her Kitchen Set. She played with it,  Till it was broken and she couldn't find a missing piece of it. Eventually, she grown-up.  A beautiful young lady. Sad to say that her parents, Did not have the same rate of growth. According to her parents, she should be in the Kitchen adoring it. As she did when she was younger. She did love to cook. Now it was her duty to cook. It was considered a duty and not a hobby. Who is she, if she can't cook.  Now she is forced to cook. Whoever feels like can order her around. She hates it more than anything. Because she is her. She is supposed to follow her duties at home. All of that will make her anyone but her. Who even are you? She is supposed to be gentle, well mannered. She is supposed to maintain her distance from boys. She is supposed to be married...
Read more