Burden

He works and he works
For food and for shelter.
Once done, we dispose of him.
For he can no longer carry our Burden

The conversation with a devil

I walked down a road one day,
With a man, who really was not there.
He told me what I needed to hear,
He told me what I knew.
He told things, I would not even tell myself,
He told me for he was the devil.

The story is at A conversation with the devil.

P.S. The narrative style is borrowed from Fyodor Dostoevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov'.

Loss of Interest

As long as I like
As long as I am interested
I do what I want to do.
Once I lose like
Once I lose interest
I shall still do
What I want to do.


The story is at Loss of interest

Jealousy

What is yours is yours,
What is his is his.
Yet, you guard yours
You guard, because it is yours.
I think I see you think
Yours, better, yours worse
You long for
What is his is yours
What is yours is yours
I, Jealousy

~Aditya

Ritual

He danced around her,
She danced around him
They danced around,
It was all the part of the Ritual


~Aditya