stolen light

two mates, broke and penurious, for four quarters
lived hand to mouth barely, nothing for the charters;
one, plagued by mediocre education, hence esteem
other, dreamt of a retailer, only to be in this bustee.

the day, when no jobs accepted the countenance,
the day, when café coffee day left him to deface,
the day, when life stunk and was taking its toll,
the dismay crept in, realizing never could he be a droll.

that day, tenancy was on the threshold of a threat,
that night, even the stars ridiculed them on the face,
hurling abuses at the upward sky, he tried to berate
only for Him to divinely intervene, and take up the case.

After the convincing, when belief said he was indeed Him,
15 days, He said, identify who was responsible for their plight;
what made him the superior species, with the galaxy light,
He reasoned, every day, leading every instant, on work the shim.

when asked, what the crystal of galaxy light was, the glimmer,
He pointed out a lizard, staring at a sophisticated energy tube,
Said, human the higher species, lizard’s ignorance the lube,
the human, the lizard, and Him, for us, the Human.

15th day unfolded, when He thought, lessons are in place,
the human we are, they fled with the soulful galaxy light;
rendered a mere human was He, facing atrocities of Life,
rendered powerful, thought snipping the light was an ace.

reason, being philosophy is ‘Easier said than Done’,
they wanted Him to know, what life is as it offers to be;
He had the light, but for us, Life is always a Koan,
to realize, words that ‘Every mind for itself’ is so webby.

as they tried to abuse the light for personal gains,
family, friends and office, backfired with a black luck;
the abyss of ill-earned paper, sunk them in chains,
old life seemed better, the Light only got them into a guck.

the other Hand, was making progress as a human afresh,
earning respect, way of life and from webby to a mesh;
awaiting them the next day, He smiled on the human mind,
sure enough, He thought overlays our pure thinking a black rind.

battered and bruised, light no good, they returned to Him
no words, no obligations, He just smiled at them, He knew all;
got on with their normal lives, with hard work their only Kin,
some few moments, it was just an offering of his Elysian meal.

far ahead, some others, hurtled questions on their existence. He looked at the sky, and whispered, it’s time to GO, another case.

I saw a slightly different native movie last week.
the above is based on its story-line. a bit refreshing movie it was.. the movie is named ‘Arai-En 305il Kadavul’ (never mind what you read it as, it means 'God in Room No: 305')