Poem : Monster Tales

Monster stories have never ceased to amaze me,
and not only because they are well written.

Whether it's the blood-sucking vampires or Dracula, their king,
whether it's the one-eyed cyclopes or the horned minotaur,
whether it's the big-footed bigfoot, or the big-toothed werewolf,
despite being figments of imagination, they are as well known as dinosaur.

So why was this concept introduced in our society?
Maybe to scare the children to sleep,
or maybe to keep in check, the superstitious heap,
or maybe to destroy the solitude of shadowy spaces,
or maybe to create stories worthy to keep.

Or maybe these stories were diversions,
to give monsters, unfathomable identities,
so that when we think of monsters,
the images in our mind are never-to-be-found entities.

Providing us with a sense of security,
letting us feel protected, feel presence of light.
Making us forget the reality of our situation,
making us overlook the monsters that hide in plain sight.

Monsters do not possess long canines and strong jaws,
but rather possess bright smiles and smooth hides.
To find the dark, find bruises on the minds of it's close ones,
and only then shall you find the monster that hides.

Living between us, are both them and their victims,
and we watch them, every single day.
Walking past them, we have no clue who they are,
and unaware of how, with our destiny, they can play.

So maybe, at the end of the day that seemed like forever,
we will find our peace in the uncertainties of their presence,
or maybe, the day will continue till the end of what we know,
and fear of uncertainties will finally break our sense.

Or maybe one of them, will have to come out of the shadows,
maybe it will be willingly, or maybe it will be dragged out.
And finally it will be revealed, what we were already afraid of;
a creature made of evil, with a face of innocence as it's scout.
                                              -Sushant Kumar Das