Me and my-self

Yes, I held your hand
When the busy street had its moment of silence,
I held your hand when the dark alleys
Spoke of a long thirsty redness;
You and me were together,alone forever
And even today, in a certain noiseless hostel.

What am I? Genius.Period.
Why am I writing a blog? I fucking don't know.
How does it feel to understand more than others and not being able to communicate since they won't understand? Painful?
But if they act smart and show an attitude that they know better, it feels damn annoying!
I hate the look of ignorance on their faces when they pretend to be smart. What can I do? The world is full of them. This is the pain of a learned man.
Bloody assholes.All of them.

Genii

The world has seen many genii ever since civilization set up its roots. Currently, two such luminaries have set tents in my mind.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Satyajit Ray.
A movie. Hirak Rajar Deshe.
A character. Sherlock Holmes.
In a certain scene from the movie, we get to see two people in their attempt to steal from a King's safe, find themselves inside a room with a real tiger. Well, how do they manage to live, even if stealing looks out of the question? They not only come out unharmed but with stolen diamonds too. How do they manage it? They sing. The tiger is hypnotized and it doesn't move.
Now imagine yourself in that situation. Say, you have been blessed with the power of hypnotizing. Will you be able to sing?
Here comes our Sherlock Holmes.
For those who have experienced the wit marathon, they may guess where I'm going with this.
The one conclusion I could derive after being Sherlocked was that the author wants us to "THINK".
Coming back to the tiger, what's your answer? Can you sing to hypnotize the tiger even if have the power?
Let me make this question a little easier. Given a gun and the power to sing, what would you choose?
Before jumping to your so-framed "obvious" answer, "THINK".
Gupi and Bagha were blessed with special powers because they were special, themselves.
When you see someone superior to you in something, what do you really do? Appreciate? Oh, remove that mask of stupidity! All you want is that person to fail. You want to see him as a failure. You want to see him as yourself. Do you know why?
Simply because you could not be him, because you don't have the fight in you. All you have is jealousy.
You want to be special, you want fame. But do you believe you are special? Are you special to yourself?
"THINK".
In case you haven't got the answer, yes, you are special, special to those who gave you birth.
So instead of worrying about the things you haven't got, do the things you should do. In quest of being special in eyes of someone else, don't lose your importance where it matters.
Why am I serving you with this?
I know stupidity has no bound. I know that you'll never know the actual answer.
So, I would rather say, I'm writing on behalf of

SH.

Run

I run when the siren dies
I run from the mysterious smiles
Hope, fear, anguish aside
I run in dreams, reality bites.

I have my words, tied in colours
I see through woods in the darkest hour
Ringing bells and smell of power
I'm too deaf for the truth is here.

Auction

Days and dreams fight for place
Inside a broken palace of spades;
Life in rewind, life in rage
Mirror smiles through canvas shades.
Hope and dignity, just as name
Coin-symphonies in auction fame ,
Behind the glass of some legalized frame,
Idea maligned through hooded shame.