Justice(BvS)

He was standing right in front of him.The day has come.The day he was preparing for.The day of justice.He knew the man standing in front of him Is not a bad guy,people called him god.His name was Clark Kent aka superman.The man with the power to crush this planet in a blink of eye,and that's one of the reason they were standing against each other.They both knew that they both weren't bad guys. They both fight against evil.But the thing was to make people believe that Clark Kent is no god,and if and only if he is then when the day comes,when the tables will turn... mortals with no powers can raise their heads against the false god.you know people can change,that's what he learnt from manhunters.circumstances changed Harvey.Turned him into a killing businessman from the mayor who dreamt of saving Gotham city from organised crimes.God damn he was a nice guy.from all the other things Rachel came to his mind.The girl who he loved from all his heart and the girl joker killed,he realised why oliver told him "guys like us don't get the girl".
He was full of rage now.he spoke to Alfred 'a war is coming to us now whether we like it or not Alfred'.let's call the cavalry then Alfred replied.He knew it was going to be a long night.He knew Bruce from his childhood,he was not going to back off.Bruce knew Arrow,flash,Black canary,Batwomen everyone will be here but until then he has to fight.Man to god,single handedly... once.Whether he wins or looses,don't matter.what matters is the belief of people for the respect of the man in the black bat suit.The respect from his arch enemy joker,from Gordon,from Gotham.The respect for BATMAN.
And anyway it was night and even clark knew that he was the dark knight.He was the hero Gotham deserves and needs right now.
AND THEN HE SMIRKED AND TOOK THE FIRST STEP.
#bvs

Photograph

Sitting in my balcony with a cup of coffee in my hands and those heavenly kaju katlies beside me...I was stalling through my Google drive aimlessly,and that was the moment I saw it and it all came back to me.You know it's fascinating that there are things we want to remember but can not and there are things we want to forget but they just will not go away.
I unlocked my phone and after searching for a while till I found it,saved in a deep dark corner of my Google drive exactly like my heart.
But the problem with memories is you can not just remember one and leave out all the rest just like those heavenly kaju katlies in my plate.
It was a photograph.After all these years this is what is left with me,everyone  in there with their sparkling eyes and happy smiles.perfect it was,like a artwork by Picasso or a piece by mozart,something that nobody will never want to change.
People who were just names now,people who used to be inseparable...you know when you start forgetting someone the process starts from smile but that's what i remember,I smirked...irony haan.
Then everything started to come back like a slide show and I just sat their smiling with sparkling eyes and a heavy heart and somewhere I can here the faint sound of Ed Sheeran in untimely breezes....
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times forever frozen,still...

Rish

Sitting in my balcony with a cup of coffee in my hands and those heavenly kaju katlies beside me...I was stalling through my Google drive aimlessly,and that was the moment I saw it and it all came back to me.You know it's fascinating that there are things we want to remember but can not and there are things we want to forget but they just will not go away.
I unlocked my phone and after searching for a while I fount it,saved in a deep dark corner of my Google drive exactly like my heart.
But the problem with memories is you can not just remember one and leave out all the rest just like those heavenly kaju katlies in my plate.
It was a photograph.After all these years this is what is left with me,everyone  in there with their sparkling eyes and happy smiles.perfect it was,like a artwork by Picasso or a piece by mozart,something that nobody will never want to change.
People who were just names now,people who used to be inseparable...you know when you start forgetting someone the process starts from smile but that's what i remember I smirked...irony haan.
Then everything started to come back like a slide show and I just sat their smiling with sparkling eyes and a heavy heart and somewhere I can here the faint sound of Ed Sheeran in untimely breezes....
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times forever frozen,still...

Rish

letters from a phoenix: MEN DON'T CRY

letters from a phoenix: MEN DON'T CRY:                                                          "papa my batman broke...aanhaaaaan" like every 9 year old regular kid...

Ma

Today as I looked at my phone, your eyes smiled back at me. You see, I passed your house today and I was tired and the traffic jam just outside your area begged me to stop and visit. I didn’t since you no longer reside there.
Today was one of those days when work and household chores piled up and it kept on reminding me of how you managed the house and a job. I tried to picture you as you cooked the food, dried and folded our clothes, made sure our homework was done. And the minute the lights were out, how your aches and pains became real as you moaned in your sleep, a trait which has passed on to me as well.
As I lay on my bed trying to still my mind, I saw your photo again smiling at me. I searched for the original photo and zoomed into those eyes. As you held my gaze, the world stood still. All the memories of you leaving me, the enormity of the fact that I will never get to feel you again came rushing to me.
I covered your eyes and saw only your lips and they reminded me of all the times you laughed at my antics. You barely had an upper lip, a feature that I proudly share with you. And then I saw your whole face, the wrinkles, the ear, the brow and the greying hair.
I felt the tiredness leaving my body, the struggles of the day flowing out of me in the form of tears. Then the realization hit me that I have the remainder of my life to live without you. Today was just one small battle.
A sinking feeling overcomes me that no matter how long I stare at you, you will not talk back. And that in order to see you, I have to touch a glass screen. Your photo reminds me of the struggles you went through during the last stages.
I have discovered and achieved so much since you have gone- my love for writing and reading, my post-graduation, your grandson’s antics which amaze me every day. All of which you didn’t get to experience. It keeps me wondering, will my son feel the same. Will I be there for all his important moments?
I guess a picture does keep you awake. After all it’s not just a memory of an event but it’s a lifetime of memories hidden in the fine lines of a face.

Rish

MEN DON'T CRY

                                                        

"papa my batman broke...aanhaaaaan" like every 9 year old regular kid krishna was crying in thick tears sitting in the back yard with his beheaded batman.Like every regular 34 year old dad he felt like it's his lesson time."kya ladkiyon ki tarah ro rahe ho...be a man.Men don't cry.

He was standing right at the gate of his hostel watching his mom and dad leaving.His heart ached,he was burning inside,he clenched his fist so hard trying to control his pain that the marks of his nails on his palm stayed for hours.But you know what...men do not cry.

"Mr.krishna you are a proud father now,you can come in and see your wife".He was holding his  hour old daughter for the first time.He was grinning like the smile was permanently patched on his face.A tear rolled down his cheek as he saw in those beautiful eyes which were staring him back.His dad frowned cause you know even unconsciously men don't cry.

He was 50 now,old but healthy.Sitting in his favorite rocking chair staring at the other empty one.His wife died a month ago.missing her and in pain he wanted to drain his pain,vent it out through his eyes.Some of it escaped through and rolled down his cheek.The old gardener saw him.He felt awkward because men don't cry.

He was in hospital,his daughter-in-law had an accident and was admitted in ICU.His son went to pay the ambulance but didn't came back,worried he walked outside to look for him.There he was smoking in the back,these filthy habits he thought and went to him.He was crying!! 
Both looked at each other.his son threw the cigarette of course,he was miserable,eyes red like he did not get sleep for days.He went and hugged him and after a brief pause he said "cry you heart out beta...it's okay."

Rish