Rules


The play runs like this:
"You can’t change the way
The world around you behaves.

Until you move ahead,
By learning how to move back.

By showing how you come back
believing in destiny.

The world can’t finalize though
The way you make your rules.
Achieving varied goals but say":

The play runs like this, my dear.

Oddment


I am moving, into dark light. I feel, our black Kalashnikovs seems useless, with unseen rusts in them. I move along, silently listening to the rustling of the leaves. They say something, my dear. They want us to stop.

Others are fast. But, a ‘passive me’, always try to grasp the reality of the realistic ideologies they deliver, passing them on to the next level of havoc. I eventually fail.

I will stare, if someone asks me, the side I belong to. I keep forgetting facts about the existence of a line and one has to remain on either side. What if I stand in between?

Questioning the mates, I get no answer. They may be afraid. Now, I realize why they don’t allow mirrors here. They know one will get scared of themselves. We can use cosmetics but. And I need a cosmetic for the mind. Tell me if it is on ‘sale’.

We are told to save ourselves now. But, they are all running for cover. Is this the way you save yourself? I will keep standing now. Sometimes, laziness does not harm you. Time has come for the application of mercy on oneself. I take out my handkerchief. Will it be seen by them? The color isn’t white anymore.

They come near me. I am absorbing the glares, the cloth still in my hand. I hope for ‘null’. They decide not to take me with them; me a burden for them. I know what will follow.

Yes, it was the cloth that didn’t work out. I told you that it lost its whiteness. This confused them, maybe. Now, I will have to roam here for the rest of my ‘life’. Oh, why did I say ‘life’? I will have to make a habit without its existence now. But, I wanted to rest in peace.

True, I am standing right above the LINE.