Elemental Echoes: The DRD-E Chronicles

In the quiet moments of reflection, poetry becomes a vessel for our deepest thoughts and existential musings. Today, I share with you a poem of my own creation, "Life is but a Dream," a contemplation of life's transient nature and the inevitability of our ultimate journey. The poem begins with a metaphorical descent down a stream, a representation of life's flow, where experiences are as fluid and unpredictable as the water's course. The sighting of a "jumping bean" and the appearance of Jay Sean in the verse symbolize life's random, sometimes whimsical encounters. These images paint life as a tapestry of varied and unexpected events, each adding color and movement to the journey. As the poem progresses, it delves into the theme of impermanence. The lines "My cells are going to diffusion / Parts and pieces are falling from me" speak to the inevitable process of disintegration that all life faces. This imagery of "debris" evokes a ...

In my continuous endeavor to express life's complexities through poetry, I present to you another piece from my collection, titled "Life is not a joke." This poem traverses the landscapes of life's paradoxes, touching upon themes of vulnerability, nature, mortality, and the inevitable acceptance of life’s end. The poem opens with a stark assertion, "Life is not a joke," immediately setting a tone of seriousness. The following lines, "I would rather get poked / Even if it is my flaw," speak to a preference for physical pain over the emotional and existential struggles that life often presents. The imagery of "getting scratched by a tiger's claw" further emphasizes the harsh realities and unexpected aggressions we encounter in our journey. As the poem progresses, it paints a picture of life’s simpler pleasures juxtaposed with its looming uncertainties – "Trees as green as the grass / Messing around with a flask." Here, the nat...

In a world where justice often seems like a distant dream, I find myself drawn to stories that echo the darker shades of reality. Today, I share a narrative that has been simmering in my mind for years, a tale of vengeance, intrigue, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Twelve years ago, a tragedy struck that would forever alter the course of my life. Bob Fitcher, a name that evokes nothing but revulsion, entered our lives like a storm, leaving destruction in his wake. The memory of that fateful day, when he brutally ended my baby brother’s life, has haunted me relentlessly. His image, a specter of evil, remained etched in my mind – a bald man with a partial beard, a harbinger of doom. The narrative unfolds on a day that seemed ordinary, with the innocuous hum of the television in the background. My brother, absorbed in his show, and I, lost in a game with wooden soldiers, were oblivious to the impending horror. Fitcher’s arrival, announced by a thunderous bang at the door, marked ...