I was traveling back to home and I was in public bus. The person sitting next to me was speaking in Kashmiri. I knew it was Kashmiri because I’ve known quite a few kashmirians, I know enough to know the dialect. Everyone had that judging look, you know, as if he was planning the next terrorist attack, as if the very bus he was sitting on was about to be blown up in few minutes. I mean it’s comical, behind all the rage, behind the Islamophobia, it’s comical. These idiots who don’t even know how to earn more than 200 rupees in one day judge someone who for all intent and purposes could be a millionaire.

This inherent habit or need to judge, to assume simply based on someone’s voice raises unbelievable questions. It definitely does that in my mind. I once wrote it in a post (I have no idea which one), “Are personalities inherent or are they malleable, influenced by everything, from books to parents to friends to films to music to art.”

This is something I still struggle with, am I a product of my conscience or am I a product of my upbringing. Could two be them equally be important? I have no idea.

We all see the same film, same image, listen to same chord and it speaks differently to everyone. I like metal, I’ve never been ashamed of it. Pop seems like an insult to music. But that’s me.

My sisters like pop. My brother likes metal too. We both are huge fans of Metallica and Slipknot. Suck it, pop music. Four of us had same upbringing, we went to same school, live in same house, were treated similarly by our parents yet every single one of us turned out different. A likeness for metal and sketching, that’s where me and my brother separate, other than that there is nothing I could think of where we both agree.

My sister and I have same taste for literature, we prefer almost the same books, I do not like stories with tons of romance, or as they are called adult fiction. I do not have any place for it. A book is supposed to be a companion, it’s supposed to make me aware, it’s supposed to make me questions my ideas, and if nothing else, it should improve my vocabulary, atleast. No adult fiction novel does that anymore. I can tell you the plot of almost half of them without even reading the first chapter.

As it had been happening too much lately, I am once again confused for the point I want to make. Maybe I am losing my mind after all. Maybe my brief moment of insanity isn’t so brief. Well, there is one line I do remember. I might have said it or I might have not. But the point is that you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain. We all are villain of our own tale. Never forget, every one’s a hero upto a point. Every good man or woman is just one bad day away from becoming all he or she despises.

Keeping with the trend I have been following lately, here’s another poem which will be followed by an accompanying original sketch (original in the sense that I drew it. There are no original ideas).

Untitled #3

In all these trances,

It has been my intentions.

Somewhere in the darkness,

Beneath the stormy sky,

In these lonely nights,

I suffer

I suffocate,

Sick and tired of my own,

No one else.

Tired of one question

Why you are still in my heart,

So conceived?

My intentions, your thoughts,

They passed trembling without presence

Or shadows or any sound.

In a rain that accused of lonesome

And confusion, literally frozen,

In sweet sound of silence,

I wandered without hope,

With a broken heart.

Lost in the world, alone in the dark.

In those troubled yesterday, in memories

Too abused,

I dreamt from one absence to another.

Amidst grief, sadness, tears

That you gave me,

The pain, the bruises,

From which you walked away,

In words that were slurred,

Reasons that were too blurred,

In your final touch

I dissolved.

Nitesh Mishra

Inktober 2017 – Day Seven Entry

Inktober 2017 - Day Seven - Shy

Check out other entries into the Inktober 2017 challenge. If you aren’t clear on what is Inktober, read the post I initially did about my participation.

Inktober 2017

Inktober 2017 – Day One Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Two Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Three Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Four Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Five Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Six Entry

One final point, if you know about my collaborative blog, “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch – A blog Dedicated to The Art of Writing,” and you are thinking of joining the team, drop me a message through the contact form. Check out the team at the about page and you will say we are rather good writers, so we do know what we are talking about. And collaborating always helps with your writing skill, so that’s a bonus too.

via Daily Prompt: Elastic

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24 thoughts on “Inktober 2017 – Day Seven Entry – Untitled #3

      1. “To them, you’re just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don’t, they’ll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you. When the chips are down, these… these civilized people, they’ll eat each other. See, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.”
        The best lines I have ever heard.

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