DE-myth-FIED

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Achievement, Against all odds, Broken dreams, Butterfly from a cocoon, Coming out a winner, Defiance, Dreams, Emergence, Fiery Dragon, Getting one's way, In a world of stereotypes, Living one's dreams, Mythology, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Originality, Showing "others" wrong, Struggle, Success from failure, Survival, Unbecoming a stereotype

Image credits: Butterfly image by Iviforever@DA; Eggs image by punkcheerleader@DA; superimposition and other editing by me

Under the old bridge
where broken dreams hibernate
with moss growing over
and a drying river limping by,
is a dragon being spawned
– ready to spew fire
at the first foot
that tries to trample it-
It feeds on
the same broken dreams,
growing stronger
with every passing moment
waiting to unleash itself
on the vacant eyes
that saw through it
and refused to believe
in its fiery existence

Once a laughing-stock,
it’ll now bemock the fatuous vanity,
thrash the crazed absurdity
and mark its territory
under the same old bridge
of a stereotypical world…

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Wordless exit of a misfit

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Achievement, Class Reunion, Confusion, Dilemma, Empty success, Entry, Exit, Friendless, Hollow pride, Loneliness, Misery, Misfit, Odd man out, Thursday Poet Rally Week 24, Vacant successes, Worries

He finally walked into the room
Swelling with pride
He had always dreamt
Of a day when he could deride
When he could tell these people
Of successes in his stride

But now, as they shook hands with him
The faces his eyes caught
The smiles he could barely return
The glances that he fought
These were the same people
He had been with a lot
What seems to be ages back
But an age it’s definitely not
The same once-teenage boys
With whom he smoked some pot
With whom he learned and laughed
With whom he was besot

And now, here they stand
Just the same as then
With the same glint in their orbs
With the same charm and zen
While he has changed thousandfold
Amassed wealth and ruled men
Made fame amid vacuous heads
Lived alone in a palatial den

So is he to gloat over
His empty achievements
Or is he to feel left out of
A world of simple assortments?

His dilemma thickens…
Just like his boiling success
But all he can now do
Is silently slip out at recess
Hoping he gets called back in
By these kind kings, into their fortress