Ah! Nostalgia, Minus the Thumb

He was small.
He loved pulling his socks up to his knees, and sucking his thumb.

He stood on the old wooden round table in his brothers t-shirt, climbing
the tallest tree in his head and pointing at people with his other hand.
He wished he had three hands, so that he wouldn't have to remove his
thumb from his mouth. Fumbling at intervals to pop another yellow gem
into his mouth and continue on his adventure. He didn't like girls,
so he hid his favourite pair of shoes from them.

Somewhere in there; behind the plain exterior and layers of
thought, caution and defense that now surround him.

Remains a child searching for a taller tree.

Casualty Of Society

She was different. New.
A year later she disappeared.

All that was left was the mould that resembled who she was.
The exception she represented, now conformed
to a prison that boasts no bonds. So unaware, so lost
in who she swore not to become.

Whats your good name?

After some serious thought, and years of hearing my
name pronounced in ways it was never meant to be pronounced,
I've decided to adopt a good name, it being Trooper John, no relation.

I would go with Sian meaning sheep impression, but Trooper John
speaks for itself. It avoids questions like, what are you?
and where are you going?

I suggest that you all find a suitable good name if your passing
through India, because the majority of the curious engaging public
choose to ask for this specific name.

[Kiran, i'm still ignoring your made-up explaination]

Next week, Superhero names..