Battered

Right, time to dissect TDKR, - In Gotham, Wayne's told Bane escaped the pit and has problem breathing coz of a fight with inmates (way too much like Vader). In the pit he's told Bane escaped as a child. So the child couldn't be the same as the guy with the breathing problem - elementary deduction that escaped the ding bat - "The Pit" looks suspiciously like a Rajasthani town, hardly "hell on earth" - actually it's very pretty and hospitable... - Gotham too looks suspiciously quite like manhattan...Although a geographically adept individual pointed it out that it was, in fact Chicago - Only an IIPM alumni could come up with flooding a nuclear reactor to stop a meltdown and an imminent nuclear explosion. Didn't Nolan know what happened in Fukushima?? - The *US* govt sits pretty for 3 months! Or was it weeks - and does nothing??! Id believe that if it was MMS and the Gandhis but Uncle Sam? No way!  Heck- they've bombed countries to kingdom come for only a whiff of WMDs and terrorist groups. Read: Afghanistan, Iraq, Pakistan... - why do 3000 officers charge at heavily armoured terrorists like they were muscular barbarians from the mood 300, you've plenty of buildings downtown, snipers and vantage points. Bloody Drama Nolan - keep it real mate! - Bane's way too intellectual for a crony to a beautiful and (apparently) deadly offspring of an obscure clan leader, of which, Wayne was, once, a part - WHAT?!  - Are you kidding me with that rasping voice as if you are in desperate need of a lozenge - 10 bucks and physics says that chopper can't do what it does... - They're heat seeking missiles for gods sake, some respect - some RESPECT - not your Pandu on a bullet that going around a few blocks gets rid of them - if you think that, you're. Batty... Feel free to add more, thank you with a flourish!

Ti.

Vanat khalkhalnarya jharnya sarkhi
Pahilya pavsayacha sugandha sarkhi, Ti

Khol andharat Eka kirne sarkhi
Thanditlya swacha unha sarkhi, Ti

Bhirbhirtya vaaryasarkhi
Duprachya chichiwtya chimnisarkhi, Ti

Dewachya samor diwyasarkhi
Mate chya shendurasarkhi, Ti.

Majhya premachi paribhasha - Ti.

The playground of the Gods

This green expanse
With a blue splash in the background

Tiny insects make themselves busy
Scurrying around on the green carpet

A Crow chases another through the skies
Playgrounds of the gods

A clear blue accentuates the stillness 
Punctuated by the stirrings of a sparrow

An enthusiastic moon stares unblinking, surprised
As the sun makes it's way to the horizon

Only, another hour of the day
That you and I just missed

The Prey

It was a silent dark and a stormy night. The lamps had long been put out by the wind. It howled through the trees moaning about the bad weather. The trees rustled in agreement to the winds rants. The moon too was covered in clouds and it was pitch dark. It had rained incessantly through the night and the blackness after sundown only added to the gloom. An owl hooted in the far distance. The light of the church could have afforded some visibility, but that too was broken when a branch of a nearby tree snapped and smashed into it. The earth was strewn with leaves, gnarled branches of tress, grass; and snakes. They had crawled out of their flooded holes into the open. An untrained eye would not last for more than a minute in this quagmire.

It was a challenging task for even Jacob to see. Gifted with a keen vision, his mates had joked that he could have spotted an ant crawling on sand, a mile off. He and his mates had decided to set out on this risky mission tonight. The weather would have provided excellent cover, and an attack under the cover of darkness would not have raised too much concern, since, no one would have been about, to witness the gory sight. The wind moaned louder as if premeditating what was to happen.

"It’s fate; somebody has to die here, tonight; So that my family may live.” Jacob steeled his heart with the thought.

Pushing images of a hungry Dora, Kim and Ian looking up to him to provide, he tried to focus his attention to the task at hand. The rain had tapered off into a slight drizzle and the moon broke thorough the clouds as if a curtain had risen. The wind died down and waited with bated breath. The drama was soon to begin. Jacob drew in a long breath and tried to bring about focus. He knew that the hour of action had drawn close. Years of hunting in the wilderness had attuned his senses to his surroundings. He had developed, what some had called, a sixth sense.

“The game is afoot!” his keen senses were telling Jacob.

The moon afforded some light that filtered through the thick tree cover and lent a deathly grey pallor to the earth below. The flints of broken jagged glass glinted dully on the wet earth. One of the glints was blotted out for a second and reappeared again.

Jacobs keen eyes immediately picked up movement to the south. His heightened senses knew that it was his target.

He gave a low hoot to signal to his mates.

They were far off but they would have known the unmistakable hunting signal.

"You are mine tonight..." Thought Jacob as he swung away from his perch high up on the tree branch.

His target heard the rustling and darted in mortal fear.  In one graceful glide all was over.

The mouse never stood a chance!

Love

I stand,

the river flows by..
mystic and deep

The water seems clear, yet...
I cannot see its depths

the river flows by steadily
nurturing, nourishing, loving.

And, I dip my hands into it to feel its coolness
wash over me

the water plays around my fingers
forming little glassy eddies

i feel the love in it
as it caresses me,

I feel lost in its depths,
fathomless.

Awash in a sense of satisfaction
of giving as much as I receive...