A Superhero Story

a blind superhero,

the ogre doubly so,

little did they know

that innocent smiles were volatile

and strange goodbyes were juvenile:

...

she wasn't the superhero the ogre needed

but one that he deserved,

the ogre wasn't the backbone she needed

but one that she deserved;

and maybe,

thirty-two centuries ago,

thirty-two thousand kisses

just on her cheeks

may have been perfect

for the ogre to practise his telepathy,

and maybe,

thirty-two centuries ago,

thirty-two thousand strands

of her a-little-too-smooth hair

may have been perfect

for her to practise being his serendipity:

...

but now,

thirty-two centuries later,

the first breaths after their coma

aren't too severe

as they may have feared,

the superhero can still

pack a serious punch

in her smile,

the ogre can still

turn black rainbows

into the northern aurora,

the superhero can still

make the day cry

by bruising her beautiful soft feet,

the ogre can still

soar across misty valleys

by letting his pupils merge with light:

and yet,

time does not teach anyone

the art of forgetting,

just the art of accepting and sighing,

perhaps time itself has no memories,

perhaps it has no empathy

for those who do,

perhaps it has forgotten

the deep loathing it had felt

at the sight of

its beloved's suicide

when it had taken form

as the Lover of Sati,

perhaps it has no recollection

of the vendetta it had raged

at the knowledge of

its beloved's kidnap

by a cruel foreign king

when it had taken form

as the Lover of Sita,

perhaps time is a bitch,

perhaps time needs to lose

a beloved yet again

just to wake the fuck up

from its drowsy drunken stupor

and undo what it has done

with the superhero and the ogre:

...

but for all that's worth,

the superhero and the ogre

are a bygone summer,

a burnt down forest,

a faint whisper,

a lesson to remember,

an attraction like no other,

yet lost forever;

she more than has what it takes

to build a beautiful earthen home

all by herself,

the ogre more than welcomes the idea

of becoming a star

in some other galaxy,

they both are mistaken steps

that happened to seem perfect,

they both are ill-advised seekers

that happened to miss signboards,

and yet,

they both are beautiful souls

that happened to lose one another:

...