Me and The monster

 

I used to ask people,

If they’ve seen any monster.

To my utter delight,
I always got varieties of answers.

Some said,It hides under my bed,

As the colour of the sky changes from blue to black,

It gets stronger and stronger.

Some said,it follows me in the darkness,

When I switch off the light in my room,

It extends its muscular hands to choke me down.

Some said,

It’s swinging in the huge banyan tree at the backyard of my house,

With the arrival of winter evenings,

It gets thirstier for fresh scarlett blood.

Some even said,

It haunts kids,who don’t like to eat vegetables,

and skip their lunch.

Some said,

His eyes are red like burning ember,

and nails are sharper than a samurai’s sword

But no one told me about the monster I always encounter.

Yes,I have seen it.

Not just once,but twice maybe thrice ,maybe more,

Neither under my bed nor in the darkness that always follows,

It’s inside me,

roaring, screaming and calm at the same time.

I’ve seen it in the mirror,

When it tries to get out of my thousands of braincells,

It talks with me,most of the time.

It tells me how ugly my scars are,

and how pathetic person i am.

It also tell me how every word of mine fails to touch people,

and how i can never be a good writer.

It screams at me for loving my brown skin,

and taunts at my flaws,that i've accepted wholeheartedly.

And the space under my bed, the backyard,no longer haunts me.

I no longer run away after switching off the lights.

I've found my monster,

and i'm living with it,fighting it,everyday.

 

WRITTEN BY-Abhilipsa