Run Away

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Oh God, save me,” he was running away from some scary creature with a long wide trunk and small tusks, that were very much hidden under the shadow of the massive muscular monolith.

“How is it running so fast?” he glanced back and found that this elephant look-alike creature had hooves for his legs and…, “Has he got a black and white rear with a tail?”

His heart was throbbing and he couldn’t run any longer; all his concentration on the beast. He didn’t notice the valley looming before him and thence, he fell down, waking up from a dream.

* Written in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge and that too when I am half asleep.

The One Who Stands Alone

Sometimes it becomes difficult for me

to know who can be a friend and who can’t be one

I thought I succeeded in making some of them

but ended up knowing I was still alone, outcasted

for the reason, that I don’t know.

I remember I have always been an outcast-

a distinct personality, a leader in himself

with neither followers nor supporters,

the person who always stood alone, that is me

Is it good for me or not to be like this,

that I don’t know but what I know is that

I won’t mind standing alone in the crowd

but I would never lose self-respect,

never will I become your tail-

I will always stand for what I find right-

friends or not, even if the courtesy of

acknowledgment you take away

from me, I won’t mind

standing alone because that is who I am-

the outcasted one, the one who stands alone.