Addicted

He gazed at its' slowing pulse,

Losing its life like a handicapped elf,

He could do nothing but lose himself with it,

Or to stride past its end forever,

which he could never,

Unseperable, he breathed his last with its';

last puff of his Cigar.

The unexpected

The mid night spoke about its murk and gloom as it spread all along the barren streets of my home. It was a tedious day at work, worried about the fastened dinner preparation I'd to perform, I fastened towards my gate. I noticed a shadowly figure behind me. Looked back, to find a young man, contracted my retina to have a intricate look at him. He was in a pitiable condition. In fact, he was limp. He stood below the fuseless lampost managing his rugged luggage only on his single leg and the stick he held as substitute for his absent limb. My heart melt at the first look at him. He stared back curiously at me. Somehow I din't feel like heading home without favouring him and his reason for presence over te lonely streets. I walked towards him. He looked faint and scared at my distance towards him. I looked into his eyes which looked pale, starved and visibly feared. I queried him politely about his lonely venture at that time of night. Trembling due to the cold wind that past us, he looked down and said he was new to the place and was lost but had to reach his village the next morning. Althrough he sounded very feeble. My thoughts went churning thinking of what favour I could render him. I asked him to wait for a few minutes till I was back and hastened to my home. I wanted to treat him to a hot tomato soup and give some bucks so that he could continue to village without much financial hassels. It was dark and there was a power cut. Cursing the local power supplier I headed towards the kitchen rack to find some candles. I was taken aback at the messed up status of the kitchen, utensils fallen off the floor. I closed the window from where I knew the culprit cat had entered. Suddenly I felt I could give him te old blanket which could serve his many purposes. I carried the small white chessboard painted seat to the room to take the blanket from the attic. It was even more darker. I helped myself with the candle which I'd placed in the hallway.

Gasp!! went my breath. I could not believe my own eyes. Everything in the room scattered and was thrown helter skelter. I ran towards my wadrobe locker. My instincts were right. My house was robbed including the blanket. I ran towards my balcony, but noticed the empty street which had no trace of the boy. All that confirmed my instinct was the coaxial cable connecting my home hanging down the lampost.