Den of Dreams

I’ve always believed villains are human beings too. Fiction gives you so much light that you can shed on each and every personality around the world but unfortunately, most of the people totally forget to acknowledge those great villains who have made the tales more interesting.

I had always wanted to see through the cardboard cut-outs of most villains. I had wanted to see through their eyes. And this desire prompted me to write this little poem, written from the point of view of Rei, a character in my stories.

From the Dark Shades

I wasn’t born a thief,

I wasn’t born a killer,

I was born in a little village,

A little son of miller.

Forever had I lived at the edge,

With a single meal a day,

Tattered clothes and barefoot I ran,

Thorns, my only companion, in this long, tiring way

To a little peaceful living.

Forever had I been scorned,

With pebbles thrown to my side,

Forever insults and threats adorned,

Forever dragging me in this choppy ride

Of living.

They laughed about my religion,

They laughed about my tone,

They laughed about the colour I had,

They laughed and left me alone,

In dark crannies of silent sufferings,

Silent tortures and silent pain.

Until came a day, I could take it no more.

No longer could I be used,

As a toy.

From a little scared boy,

I turned into a reckless young man.

Yes, I stole.

Yes, I killed.

Yes, I took revenge.

But happy am I,

To make meaningful, my little existence.