Robin Tales

A board that says ‘Welcome Food and Drinks’ is all that talks on this road. The lonely souls seemed indifferent to the lively animal herds around. The heat is hot as hell, leaving no room for the last conversationers to grab a sight of the outside world. Leaves tired of hanging out by themselves take their last walks along the road.   Water, too sick of taken advantage of, ran away on the last flight to Gjbesis . What can one think of as ‘adventure’ in a land where time stands still and fine print reads aloud? For all who know nothing about the dawn, the dusk becomes a mystery, to these the town had no one along, none to pass. Only one of them still had the capability of standing against the mighty giant who took down even the best (or worst) narcissists of their time. I came to know of a Miser, the one who had some good deeds. He had the most valuable possession and refused to part with it.   All excited, I opened the box of idles, something he hadn’t touched in a while. A w...

Tell me what's in store When the worst gets over Or shall the winds whisper As the sounds of music play A treat to the eyes Salt n pepper, some old Bruises go by and bruises stay When the sun goes down  Twinkletoes comes in Run by the story Shoo the silence away Who needs the past's glory

It was music to my ears. Well it was music, after all. The Chennai Super Kings anthem! The drums, the language, the sheer magnetism of the team could make any non-follower its ardent supporter. And yes, this is freshly brewed...from Chennai! Goodwin Players!

There were times I hadnt thought about it at all. It was as if things from that time period had slipped out of my mind, like they'd never happened. Pretentiousness had helped, finally. Who is to call, who is to say, when the two people involved never wanted to stay. Sounds begin resurfacing with the fall of night. They could be heard, eyes shut tightly, ears closed, cornered & all alone. I shall restore my belief. I shall get my powers. And this time not in a pot, the powers shall remain, in the sands of time.

There’s the beautiful And there my toys You’re mine now Rest I don’t give a dime I have my world I don’t like to give away my joy So who’s to tell Give it a try Along came a funny thing I never thought I would say I have learnt to make things happen Make it by the night, by the day So here I am All new, un-coy A lot like me Let’s do the joy

I looked over the table Looked under the chair Oh! Tell me where you hid it Well don’t you play with your hair! I will find it Don’t pretend the game will end ‘cuz I shall take my turn Wait till the sunshine bends Now the darkness follows Fill me in the air Oh! Just tell me You’re hiding me where I just want the night to end And I want the stay The dew drops talk a lot you know For the stories we all play Hear me say what you want to hear Catch the warm blanket ends Let’s escape the world we know ‘Cuz it never ends

Who awaited him? Nobody even wants to see his face. We pray our entire lives only to meet him in our sleep.   We constantly look for reasons to avoid thinking of him. If ever, there happens to be a chance when we’re nearing him, we’re on an instant look out for our loved ones. We begin to think about things we’ve done, things we wanted to do, and things we never wanted. This moment was one of those. It’s staring at us, but none can see it. It’s me. He’s with me, looking at me. The moment I see that look into his eyes I know what he wants. And I now know why I am here. Acceptance would do no good. It only makes me weaker when I stand in front of him, making me look helpless, or rather making him more powerful. Why me, I ask myself. The wickedness he cannot hide is resonant in the fact that he’s here, wanting what does not belong to him. Wanting what never could want to be his. Why me, now I know. My mistake stares at me as he gives me a chance to talk to the one I love, one last tim...