Chanakya - The Kingmaker

In the dead of the night, a brahmin, bare chested and eyes closed stood amongst an army of thousands thinking of the joys he would bring,
Chanakya the Kingmaker stood outside the gates of Kishaganj smiling, tonight he would throw down another king.

The Cruel Monarch

In shining armor and wrapped from head to toe sparing the neck, The Brave Knight walked the long corridor, all he heard were his own footsteps, all he saw was an empty hall; tonight he would set things right,
He looked out of the window : It was dark while small stars twinkled in the sky, the clouds swayed calmly; The Knight was going to make sure it was The Cruel Monarch's last night.

The Ghost Rider

Standing at the gates of Hell, I shouted out to Devil to give me my life back, to give me my damned soul back, to remove this pain; My life wasn't one filled with glory,
A burning skull, fire rushing through every vein in my body - ruthless, senseless and heartless; My name is Ghost Rider - Welcome to my side of the story.

Burn for a Burn

Hyderabad,
May 2nd.

I stood still, with my eyes staring into those in the mirror. To hide all the scars, , I slowly wrapped the cloth band-aid all around the face. They used to hurt. A lot. But now I am used to it. I live, to get rid of that pain I have scarred. On my heart. Life is never meant to be a joyride. It's full of pain. Pain that you can only get rid of by revenge. I believed in that and it has served me well so far. I don't know if I will be sorry for what I am going to do, but I sure as hell know I will be happy. Happy to get rid of the pain. The pain that had tortured me for 10 years now. Tonight, I was going to let it go. It all ends. Tonight.

The puzzle of Life

Silence. Everywhere. I just walked around, clearly not knowing what I would do when suddenly I saw a large wooden table. Oak-brown, the table was bigger than anything I had ever seen. I walked over to it and to my surprise, there was pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Apocalypse

Mother always told me that Hell was a horrible place to be in, made up of fire and brimstone; Fire and ashes everywhere; nothing but heat and blood flowing through the ground,
Today is The Day of the Apocalypse, I am still alive and dead bodies, crying people, burning houses and chaos, that is what I see all around.