Inglorious Battle

Once in a while comes that day,

When Empire strikes and Death Eaters block my way.

For next door neighbour, it is just a Saturday;

To friends & family, I sound happier than weekday.

Little do they know, I am desperate to find a wand,

barely even holding lightsaber in my hand.

“Obi-wan Kenobi, you are my only hope.”

“Remember to tun on lights” Dumbledore, you once told.

But where are you two when I need you the most?

For universe this is a meaningless flake, 

But for me, my entire world is at stake. 

I know I am not a superhero and to call myself a ‘victim’ will be gutsy. 

May be a fool wounded by reality and locked up in fantasy?

Well now. It is just me. Nothing less, nothing more.

Deep breath. Count till five. Defying gravity, here I dive.

The only super power I hope I have, I bring it to my aid.

The false army of my vanity is already dead. 

Armed with only my pen and words, I conjure up the spell of thought.

On the scared home ground of ink &  paper, my inglorious battle is fought. 

Wounded. Beaten. Exhausted. Dishearten. 

I wonder if I want the day to end or begin again.

Because my tomorrows always hold a promise;

a promise of a new battle…

Curled up in bed, scrambling for strength

until dreams take the pain &  pen away-

Then again, every once in a while comes that day,

When Empire strikes and Death Eaters block my way.