The Howling Dragon

 

It was the spring which began,
a tale of the beast in some far away land.
Warriors came chasing a legend,
never to find any trace of the howling dragon.

Came along a shepherd boy with no sheep,
nor money to pay the barkeep.
Walking down the streets he heard the lore,
The howling dragon is on hunt once more.

The boy saw the warriors preparing,
for the march ahead to their deaths daring.
Food and water all over the floor,
Hungry and foolish the boy went through the door.

Having eaten his fill, slept he like a baby,
Had been years since dreamt his lady.
Came the morning and he opened his eyes,
Only to find himself in carriage in the desert highs.

Startled he saw above the scorching sun,
A kind warrior offered him a bread bun.
Came night again and he tried to escape,
Guarding the door was a big black snake.

Three nights and four days later they reached the cave,
of which stories said to have been visited by the brave.
Waited the warriors for the dark to fall,
the boy had learned to stand up tall.

The howls began and red became the night sky,
Silence was the answer to the warriors merciless cry.
The boy closed his eyes and hid himself,
he now wished that he was back by his bookshelf.

Out came the sun again,
and the boy saw all the blood drain.
Hope was lost or regained,
the boy did as was he was trained.

He ran as far as he could,
for he knew the ways of the wood.
The howling dragon was not a myth,
Wrote the boy on a golden monolith.

He passed on with the knowledge written,
No other soul will now be eaten.
Passed by the monolith a group of nine men,
Carried the stone all to their garden.

Men being men, saw only the gold,
built their fortune after they sold.
The nine pieces now travelled by waggon,
only one of which mentioned the howling dragon.

 

 

 

The 4th of December

run run run

Woke up early morning,
thought I heard my alarm ringing,
excitement it was that’s singing,
only one song in my head pinging.

Had a few biscuit bites,
packed away my stuff as per my might,
locked away the doors and windows tight,
walked to the bus stop in the morning light.

Waited for the bus while making plans of kol,
Called the cab when that seemed off the poll,
Bangalore traffic took on quite a toll,
Reached the airport with minutes to goal.

The counter attendant denied the boarding,
Had the convince her with my own risk taking,
Had to convince the queue that my flight was leaving,
Made it in flight only to realise how good I’m at running.

Hunger and thirst almost took my life,
In-front of me was only the Business Times,
Got stuck in between two sleeping girls,
Jeffery Archer do comes to the rescue of all of us.

Found taxi went on a two day strike,
Buses were slow and time was flying like a kite,
Reached to meet the bday girl riding the tide,
Special lunch with food and the company was a delight.

Went strolling with my best friend in EcoPark,
Such peace fell upon us with the fall of the dark,
Alas, had to leave cause of the train to embark,
But the day had made it’s unfathomable mark.

The last ride of the day slowly chatted on,
Asked the cabbie to do me a favour and step on,
Ran across the station to the platform and jumped on,
Almost missed yet again as I ran on.

 — The invincible runner