The arrival of the God's child

He can no longer not fight,
For what has always been his
Of all the lows and ebbs,
It's finally come down to this.

The last one of his clan,
And his numerous half-hearted failed baits,
He needs to make it work this time,
The true almighty with baited breath, waits.

The God's child will slay them all,
In their wars, the demigods cleverly designed.
He's let go off all that ever bound,
For this material glory, he's now destined.

Shedding his godly robes,
He walks naked into this world tonight,
The day he manages to fulfill the prophecy,
Won't that be a sight?

Amen.

When I met a stranger

He who has no songs in his praise,

He who toils in silence through the day,

It's part of his skin now, 

The tired look on his face,

Needs, he needs to take care of

The finances should be in place.

And since he's got a gun between his legs,

He needs to forever be the man he is,

Feelings he can't let show,sharing them is a sin,

The turmoil inside, he comes to terms with it,

When a man of his mettle, lends him an ear,

He whispers to him the story that is his .

Growing up, we forget our own stories,

In evenings like these, we try to recollect,

How it would have felt to live those moments

Moments that are part of our history today.