A Couple

I saw her in that white shirt
Her moist hair looked fine
I saw that there was nothing about her
There was nothing to her
She spoke in a loud voice
She had a proud face
She spoke rudely to the guy opposite her
He was staring at her
She was alive and sick
It was a hollow body that I saw on that scooter

I saw him wearing his shades
I saw him as he struck a pose
He spoke to his friends
He spoke about his friends
He spoke about where he was from
And how he was so humble
He was smart about it
He appeared to be above all
As he pretended not to care about others
That is how he had held her hand
I saw that he was a shell


I saw that shells get along


That is how I saw those two kissing

Losing

That punch hurt when he told me that he doesn't need me.
'Tis the same thing that she said to me.
Weary eyed I clung on to that rope.
And pulled myself up only to fall down into the dust.
Nobody owes me anything and
Nobody means anything to me
I shall always be the second choice
Unless I take control and change priorities
So I lifted the boulder
I now walk with it and at times run
Shielded and veiled with red drapes
Protecting that stone and cracked feet hurt...
An outlet it is and the agony tears my vessels
Tears through my vessels
Splashing about as I tried naked
People moved away and things moved closer
I remember thinking that I had always had things
Funny how we never care about what we have
I thought this as I broke glass with my right fist
Seems a blur
This is what I had left and run away from
This is what I am leaving and running away from
Three hours without talking

The Demon Venture

Stretched and in pain;
Everyone knows her and everyone wants her...
Elusive agony and jubilant eyes
All know her body and her sacred eyes...
Fire on a brick with an upside down clay
Crying people with open arms...
Laughing head with a tear inside.

Humoured by most and pride filled to the breast
Clutching her books and her sacred joys
Grinning faces greet her as she walks with her head down
Neck tight and back pulled
Blood down their legs
Mangled fingers and frozen hearts

Saddled with mind
Focused with glass
Thumping their hearts
Running away she was...
Black pit she fell into
To rise up with red eyes and black wings
Smitten they were
... with lightning, charred

Sorted

We lose sleep over trivial matters, in pursuit of crazy dreams. I have never been this before and hope not to be this again. There were times I remember and those times were peaceful. I do know that times will be peaceful once again, but not for sometime. There is no sense in what happens sometimes and may be you should be happy that you went through this; after all, this is what makes one's life complete isn't it? Things are never as opaque as they seem to be, we just make them to be... I may never have been certain as I am now and that is scary. I need to focus on building the stories, but somewhere, I am choosing not to. Answers always come by and they are hard to digest. But the stomach does what it does best. Remember, you need to take care of yourself because nothing is worth losing yourself to... I still look at the man in a cottage on the top of a hill and I see in him, all that humans aspire to be. Humans always want freedom from bondage and humans always want different things. That is the irony of the soft bed. There is never anybody sleeping in it...

My Daughter

I saw her smiling in her little dress, 3 years old she was. Running wildly and grinning a huge smile. She knelt down to pick up flowers; did something extraordinary then... She smelt them. Too long since I'd done that I thought... How did she manage to know that there is a distinct smell to them?
I saw, in an instant, my dreams in her face; my dreams, which I had ignored in favour of my shell and all that came with it. My dreams used to arise from impulse and gut feel, they used to poke out like a trampoline in a trough. What I did was to the contrary...
I went into that trough, dug a little deeper and built myself an environment where I would be safe. I had ignored most of what I had done up until then, because I felt that I needed to start over. I remember crying in that dry pool till an oasis sprouted. I remember uprooting grass and shoots.
When I saw my child, I saw that the most natural thing for man to do is to enjoy life. Enjoyment; how little we think of that notion. Could not remember when last I had left my worries behind... And there she was, careless and glowing.
I cried then. I had not cried in too long... not since my oasis. Not since I had built that space to mechanical expectations. It was a welcome relief to feel my heart so heavy, for it gave me a feeling that I too could change.
She held my hand and I got frustrated because, well, this girl was on a roll! She brought out in me, a fatherhood that I had never quite understood. All of a sudden I was overcome with weakness. Years of building had left no time for questioning myself. I felt weak, but I felt happy.
Kids bring out the best in us because we see in them, what we should be.
We see in them, what we can be.
There are individuals, there are followers, there are leaders, there are ignorants and then there are kids...

Don't Worry... Be Crappy...

Pink stones at the top of the hill...
Gathering them one at a time.
People walking in circles at the time of noon
Squawk goes the bird and pretty smiles come about.
Fear nothing
Fear nothing
Hold nothing for too long.
Never lose yourself and keep experimenting - said the wise man.
Rigid beliefs he had and he held his head high.
Shaking his legs for he was restless.
Pendulum he saw swaying from here to beyond.
Yes!
That's what he said.
For he believed that all is lost for nothing is ever there.
Eeee Haw !!!
Find the fire!
He beckoned.
He laughed at her for she had lost herself
But then she saw that small child playing with the ball
She said then, as she made up her mind.
She said then... I shall stand up for myself and rid myself of this stupid boss.
Anger and frustration.
Boy looks up at the man he is
And the changed friend he found today.
Adios amigo!
Some other time...
For I have other things on my mind.
For I have too much to run after.
The most significant of which is love.
Love for myself.
Love for my beliefs and my endless pursuits to the depths of that dark pit.
Flowers around.
Rain pours down upon hapless souls.
Screaming for mercy they were.
And then said the gymnosophist...
He said something profound.
He said something that had never been heard.
It was laughter.
Wait
Stop
Hear that again.
It was laughter.
Have you laughed today O sad being?
Worry not, for there are demons around.
Worry not, for there are angels flying.
Worry, only for the lost you.
Worry that you have lost you.
Worry that you have lost you...
Worry about sanity.

Backing off

I'm just thinking too much about this progress and what if I back off...Nothing goes anywhere and all I hear everytime are convoluted statements together with this hope and these expectations. I theorize and I fall on my face because it scares me. Yeah, I think I just might go ahead with these decisions, for life is all about taking chances and being a pretty donkey - obeying your heart's commands and listening to your brain. She held my hand and I held a rock. Buildings were drawn and people were labeled. Long lines and static intelligence. Why are we this way? We are hurt too easily and we dream too childishly. I hold a book now and it stares right back at me. It says to me that I am not worthy of it. Stupid book. Hearts throbbing and deep breaths. Faulty english and trained masseurs. Relief shall be found as people fart and the stench is taken in. I might back off if I see that things are not going where they ought to and if I see myself as not worthy or focused enough for craze. Peace. Give me that. Pieces. Give me those.

Izhaar

I'm holding my head as I remove this love. Bear with me for a few more weeks. Let me control you for a few more months and I will let you know. I wear a fancy jacket and tap dance to you. Standing there with your awkward posture, you shake your head and smile. Smiling fool! It's ok I say, may be she understands. I come closer and you move away. I run up and hold you to tell you I care. No other words could well describe how I feel. You spit on my face and I wiped it off. That's how shameless I've become. You smile and say OK. Then you say get lost. I start laughing because I know how insane you are. You say you have someone else. I grow sad. And you take his name. His name was one of my nicknames. Funny joke I say! And so I slap you. You cry and say that you are hungry. You want to have some sizzlers. I say Yoko's and you say Kobe's. I say watevs!!
And so you drive and I mess with you. You grow annoyed and slap me. Aah. All ok I say. Leaning over, and I kiss you. You slap me again. I laugh. Your turn now, you try to kiss me, and bang into the car next to yours. Well, almost. We reach the place and I ask you to wait. For I have to say what I have to say. I start my story about when I started liking you and all the BS I went through to try and get to know you. You tell me of all the times that you had flirted with me and I was too dumb to understand that. We breathe a deep sigh and decide to eat something else inside your stupid car. Too much effort to go out and face the world. Annoying humans.

So here we are.
Sitting in your car.
Facing the waves.
A light breeze touches you.
I feel like burping but I hold it back.
Would spoil the pleasant moment.
Naah, I let it out.
You laugh and tell me that that is precisely why you like me.
The smell of my burp?
No!! Your stupidity.
We sit alone and stare at the waves.
Feeling at peace.
And giggling inside our puny hearts.

Ashes

Here I stand as I see my dreams and I light up the dark
Rainbows I hold and my eyes stay black
People walk hand in hand and they curve away
Aeroplanes and elephants with skirts drawn up tight
Beautiful white and sky high water;
Splashing about and naked mermaids
Buff bodies and puffed up fish
This is all I see and this where I want to be
Jokers laugh and mourners cry
People come and go on by
I keep telling myself that nothing is constant and nothing will be held
The cold air hurts me and my hollow heart aches
For things go on by and time flies past
Lovers lie on each other and talk while laughing
Lovers walk together, silent and quarreling...
Spiked hair and straightened hair

This is how I pass my time as I stare out of my window
I see animals walking together going into the sunset
I see them scared and alive

Take support my love for you are weak
Everything seems hazy and there is nobody near you
I know that pretty clearly for I have spoke to you
I believe I know you well but it confuses me still
It confuses me when you wear that white dress and that crooked smile
But I will say to myself that I know you.
That's that.
Naked trees await on a barren land.
Ash and a pot - and that is all that is left of me.

Eyeless in the morning sun

I am flapping as hard as I can but I see no way through these broken shards.
The horizon is circular and I see a kite fly past
I lunged to grab it but it was made of silk
There goes my saviour and I cried away
I am ignoring this situation and the joy that it could bring me
There are no difficult decisions, only simple choices.
Most have been made but the loci of control do not allow peace.
I fear a lost connection and I fear having to walk alone.
There are concrete slabs and there is blood on the tar
Two bums were mating with each other and it wasn't a pleasant sight.
I got by and I saw the silken kite.
The peacock held it now and the peacock was dancing to the waving kite.
Dry leaves on the ground and crazy sparrows chirped away.
Whistling girl walked by
And my eyes faded away

Stand by me

I wait for your broad smile to blind me as I run to you
There are jungles in between us and the animals call to me...
I run and as I run I smell the dust on you
It turned to melody it did.
So here I stay, swinging away as I bask in your memories
Longing once more to have you seated next to me...
As we ride the magic brooms into a mild winter
There is only so much that I can offer you now
But I offer you respite
And this isn't a competition you once said,
And so I believe you
I believe that you will say yes when I show you a garland of daffodils and fields
We have agreed that most around us are useless
And that you are just gorgeous
We agreed on that, and you bowed your head in shame
I write this sad song to you as I think of you...
It is sad for it is poorly worded
I never did have a touch with stories I know
But let's say this for now...
I'm lying to you and I'm hiding from you
All the secrets that will be known to you when I meet you tomorrow.
Till then, sleep at peace and find a safe way home
I trust your friends and I trust your parrot
Coffee and biscuits and a sweet story just like old times...
Liquor and music and a dark sky ahead
Laughter and joy at a table for 15
Gazing away into the sea,
Gazing away into your face.
Flight of a butterfly and misery of the intolerant
We shall sit back and laugh together
Till we get tired of each other
Then we go back to our magic brooms and find a new land
A new land for a new frame in our minds
We shall laugh always
And sleep at peace
For I know how much you enjoy me
And that is reason enough.

Penance

Been so away for so long; I can't even remember at times when I used to belong to that land. There are faces that seem blurry and at times they are clear. There are scents that I still remember and there are moment that I choose not to forget. There are moments that I do not have the choice of forgetting either. Sometimes I am in pain, but a collection of all that I have heard and all that I have seen tell me that things shall even out. However, my experience tells me that things rarely even out. I miss the people and somehow, they do haunt me. I remember the feeling when I hugged her and all her friends stood watching in disbelief and joy. I also remember those lost eyes. There are so many times that I regret my anger and I regret society. Pressures build and pressures fade; hope remains. Somehow those slightly baggy jeans suited her. It was also nice when I sat on the beach with him and when I drove her home when she was drunk. Those days are gone and at times I wonder if there is any reality to the reality. The back of my neck hurts at times, it should be all the stress that I carry. I keep telling myself that life is not that complex, we only make it out to be that way. I remember him telling me to get out, he said it so plainly - I should have listened to him, but I did what I thought was right, partially because I was scared and partially because I was hopeful. I think it is possible for me to go back - to the where not to the when. I never want to go back there... That is one decision I do not regret. I believe I am about to take a step now and that should be great. It is time to quit this phase and move to certainty. There is something soothing about the variance and the randomness of everything around; rather, the perceived randomness. She spilled that drink and she apologised, I was laughing then. She said that she had a soft corner for me when she was in college. She said that she did not want to be friends with me anymore because she had 'feelings' for me. She just went away without a word because I decided to move away, she had things to do with her life, I forgot her birthday and may be that is when she realised that all that had been, had been. I had to put my foot down to do what I thought was right. I thought she looked great, but she had a horrible personality. In addition, I had no intention of liking her, nor was there anything to like about her. I believe she likes me, but knowing how phobic she is towards commitment, I dont think she will realise that she likes me, or going into the future - whether she will ever realise that she liked me once. I had forgotten how to play sports and she got me back, if only for that one day. She looked upto me and I am sure she started liking me. I have come to believe that I am perceived to be a nice guy, and a rather sensible one too. That could be the reason for her liking me so easily. And of course, she likes me and hopes that she finds someone like me, because she knows very well that I do not like her the same way. Fortunately, she is cool with that, or so I believe. Hopefully, she remains cool. I hated shouting at her and shouting at myself. I never want to go back to that. Guess I will say this to her whenever I get a chance to talk to her next. I never connected with him as much, except for him and may be him. Him, I met for too short a time, but I knew instantaneously that he was intelligent and a weird soul. Him, I have learnt to love through these years, and he is simply awesome.

Pointless

I wonder if I will ever escape this circle; I grow scared.
Will I ever be able to put my hand into my bucket?
The list shall remain untouched...
And I grow scared.
Smiling faces make me think and the accompanied efforts at blending make me whine
Driving past into the mist and the cold air reminds me of some thoughts that made me feel warm.
There were ideas inside me, and there are ideas inside her.
She sees me now and I say to her that I grow scared.
She has no words of comfort; all she has is a smile.
As she looks down upon me and nods her head in care;
I helped her out and now she holds me straight.
Flying saucers and drumming pans, the food is cooked and the waste is clean.
I sit to eat and I look around.
There is nobody there and there is no one with me.
I grow scared as I look into my plate,
I see a delicious meal and I begin to eat.
There is no salt.

There are dry conversations all around
People talking about people and sports and business and life.
I saw a lone stranger in a park gazing up at the sky on a chilly winter night.
She looked miserable, but at least she wasn't a nuisance.
I spoke to her
And she spoke to me - this is how we landed up together.

Times went by and time went by
We grew tolerant of each other and rode out the storms
She is tired now as she stands outside the door
She is waiting for me to open the door.
What I am trying to do is long for her and long for her anger.

So I opened the door and she yelled at me.
An insect had bit her on her neck
It looked more like a hickey.
It wasn't me;
Must have been some other guy (or girl)
Alas, she cheated.

But did I ever own her?
Did I ever have the right to control her decisions?
I think not...
I chose my path and my monogamy;
She chose her fulfillment.
May be I am horrible in bed...
So, what should I do?

Wallow in self pity?
Think of going to a prostitute and asking her to teach me?
I prefer sitting here at home...
Seeing her get angry, and waiting for her to leave me

My train ride

The train came up, speeding as it always does...
It stopped before me and motioned to me " Hop aboard !"
I said "OK"
The train was going back to where I belonged...
I thought to myself whether there was anything I was going back to...

May be the dark volcanoes, may be the bright skies, may be the tender arms and may be the brilliant smile.
I leave behind, the far meadows, the lonely house, the naked bed, the rat and the toil.
What shall change?

My independence and my focus.
May be it will give me a slightly different perspective and I may come back, a changed man.
One thing is bound to change - and that is the equation that has persisted for so long.

I sleep in the train now and I remember all that I want to achieve.
I also see that there is nothing great in what I want to achieve.
Most probably, the crux of the entire 'achievement' story is:

Enough to live comfortably with my witch.
Enough to look into the eyes of the man in the mirror and say:
"So I am capable; Bah!!"
Develop some pride in the haystack that I create.
Go home to my dirty witch with her ragged hair and foul breath and say:
"You are fantastic, you witch!!! Let's go for brunch tomorrow"

The fires and the pits that the train now passes, reminds me of the days gone by when there were people huddled around the master waiting for his command and doing such to earn what. Doing such because life home was valued more than the life in the volcanic mine where lava was transformed to earth.

The monster always cried foul when one of its slaves seemed tired, lazy, reluctant or impotent. The monster never understood that humans shall always cry. The monster never understood that his cave was empty and that his earth was of no great use. Yes, he wanted his own piece of land - and so he had achieved. But his battle was singular now and his victory was partially shared. The monster cried each night when he sat with himself. The monster became numb. The monster was human after all.


All of a sudden, the bridge gave way and the crystalline water below came nearer to mine eyes. I was drunk and I was senile, I tried to fly away but my wings did not spring out. I cried, for I wanted to kiss the witch one last time. Alas, the witch would never know. The three little pigs would never know. The 3 member bear family would never know. I would never know.
"There goes a life un-lived!! There goes an illusion!!!
There passes an eccentric goblin!!! There we see a nuisance to mankind!!!"

I lost her

I talk to her now in my sleep as I believe in an uncertain future. All seems lost and she has the potential to help me out. Of course, she chooses not to because as everyone knows, everyone has their own issues. We are always alone and she is alone. She saw me in school a long time ago and I remember being speechless, not because she was pretty but because she impressed me. There was just something to her demeanour; that made me want to know her a bit more. Saw her in class the next week and I tried my best to approach her in an unassuming way. It worked. We became friends.
One fine day she told me that she liked me secretly; I grew scared because I had no belief in myself. I had a fear of being someone, of being accepted by her friends, of going through my path, or much rather, finding my path!
I am lost now too.. and we are friends now. But I cannot muster up the courage to tell her that I really do not want the bond that she requests. All that I can accommodate is myself. And most probably, I want nothing whatsoever...
I have had enough of society, but I haven't had enough of companionship. This letter goes nowhere. It is cold outside as I look down at the side of this mountain, where I am so away from most things. I think I ought to relinquish this lifestyle and adapt to society. Forget my flaky wants and embrace what lies there.
I carry too heavy a burden and it pains me each day. This is what I have felt for too long, and there is no escaping it.
However, as I mentioned before - the only escape seems to be through her. I wonder if she would understand - as she isn't around anymore. She is somewhere, with her new friends and most probably with her companion. Of course, she has found someone by now. She is like me but she is smarter. She made the correct choice I believe.

One foul moment

Sadness prevails and may always prevail.
I grow tired and I stare away. Fear looms and darkness grows. I am trying to get through but something is amiss and something is incorrect.
I will try to will myself through but success is not certain.
It never has been and never is.

You are supposed to dance in a circle and hail to the invisible man.
Grow afraid each day for there is something to lose and something to not attain.

I see them holding hands and I see them jumping.
There is no reason why they do this, but at their age, may be it is all that really matters.

The wind strikes the trees naked and the water accumulates at each opportunity.
People write and people eat.
This is all that I care for.

How d'you like 'em apples?
All that is required and all that is appreciated is a number.
A standing and that is what distinguishes.
But what if it all goes away?

In one foul moment - all (of) it is taken away.
And we lie naked there knowing the potential that is lost and the anger swelling within.
We want no explanations and we stay away from confrontations.
There are people out there, ever trying to be something outstanding.
To be someone of importance and to create a niche.
The problem is 'trying'.
The problem is 'studying'.

It makes me think at times, whether anything really matters.
I believe that over the long haul nothing matters.
I believe that I write insane stuff.

Torture

I should be mutilated, cut open, my body parts chopped up, my brain squished in a grinder.
The ground brain should then be put next to my heart so that it blends with it.
The ground brain would then flow through my body to all parts.
Enough about the brain.
The entire idea is that I need to be put through pain.
Whenever my head hurts, what ought to be done is - slit the vein/artery running across my forehead, so the pressure is reduced and the throbbing stops.
Another idea that came to me was for my nails to be removed entirely.
Furthermore, a guy would always be pretty queasy about his private parts.

I am sick and I am sick and I am sick and I am sick of this environment.
I want out.
I want my legs in my hands because they do not belong there.
This world infuriates me and I believe that there is no spoon.
O ! I just slit my throat.
Felt good.

Beaver Story

He looked around the forest at the creatures crawling.
They made an impression on him - almost each one.
He went to get wood, but found out that he could not purchase it.
So he decided to create a wood founding factory where he nibbled at the woods till the wood shone through.
He had created wood and was happy.
But he now had people working with him.
He felt lonely at night.
But one day a flying beaver came to his creek.
He was smitten and he took her for his.
He wanted to grow the wood founding factory but to what effect?
She made him understand that beyond a point, all the wood in the world is just worthless.
However, what is important is that he has gained his independence.
He need not depend on other wood cutters to make wood for him.
He said OK.
Now he drives around in his flintstonesque contraption, wading through the muddy forest.
He is old now.
He sits in his house made of his factory's wood.
He sits with the flying beaver.
He orders some rodenty food.
And he says to himself.

This is all I ever wanted - I was such a nut till this flying beaver came along.

A queer love story

I join the dots and she is making her hair. I assemble the pieces and she puts on her dress. She looks wonderful right now and I feel like smiling. So I start crying as I think of all that I lost. She is standing now and she is crying because I asked her to marry me. I knew she would say yes, so I bought her an orchid. There is something about a girl who cries that makes her all the more beautiful. Of course, I told her this, to which she slapped me. I said ouch and she said sorry. We held hands as we jumped through the streets and into the restaurant. They served food there, which was better than it had ever been - simply because I had made the food. I lied, we did not go out, we stayed in and we ate well. We saw a movie that made her smile and that made me laugh. "O look! Where have we come to!!"
She never thought that there would be such a day, but here it was and here we were. Holding hands, as she lay in my lap and I thought of a time that had passed us by too long ago. Back then, things were uncertain, and uncertainty breeds angst; and so, as she recalls, both of us were sad. However, she had her dreams - she wanted to be a sorceress and I wanted to be a janitor. That was all that we wanted and if that had been the path we had chosen, things would have been drastically different. I thank luck that brought the two of us together on that safari. She relinquished her desires to be that witch and instead decided to be a bitch. She treated me horribly, to which I realised that I should not be a janitor for, in order to tackle her down I would have needed to be powerful.
So be it. That is what brought me to be this man that I am today.
I stroke her hair and she falls asleep. She is dreaming of us, I can tell. Why? Because I see her grinning and scowling. That is what she has always been.
My back was aching when she woke up because she had been sleeping for 10 hours straight and I did not feel like waking her up. This is me. She slapped me with a frying pan so I was out cold.
Now I sleep next to her as she reads a book. It is called "Roads to the Abyss"
51 years and 26 days from now, she dies.
I try living for a few days and I realise that although I could, there was no particular reason to my existence. I had created all that I wanted to and these past few years it was mostly the time spent with her that made me wake up each morning.
So I took a life killer medicine and I killed myself.
That's that.

I wonder who makes the food in the house now.

Words

Individualism
Unity
Sincerity
Inquisitiveness
Conformity?
Romance
Dreams
Ego
Anguish
Restlessness
Lust
Admiration
Regret
Uncertainty
Companionship
Solitude
Choices
Anguish
Companionship
Individualism
Dreams
Desires
Home
Ego
Companionship

Worries

There is no point to how things are for they are headed nowhere.
I believe that one day I shall see you cry.
That day I shall know how things are and how things shall be.
There is no solace, of that I am sure.
May be I make this up as I write to you;
But all that matters is the clown on the street.
For he believe in me more than I ever can.
He waved at me yesterday.
He told me through his mind, he told me that I do not belong here.
I belong there, from where I came.
To where I belong.
Nobody had spoken to me the way he did then;
I believe I belong there...

But will there be anybody waiting for me back there?
How shall I be if everyone has someone new?
May be I adapt, but surely I will cry.
Which may be why I cry as I write this,
For all seems sad and dark.
If only they could wait for me.
If only the sky would seem blacker than it is.
Then I know that I could make it by.
Have felt this for the longest time now.
Have mourned for the longest time now.
Will anybody ever understand me?
Does it matter is anybody understands me?
May be all that matters is the when I reach there.
What follows then is all that matters,
And not my perception of how things might transpire.

Memories

There are times when words spoil;
A little gaze is all that is required.
I sat by the ocean and heard the waves.
There was a murmur behind me and a throb inside me.
It was peaceful then when nothing needed to be explained.
I remember the sudden wring of laughter and how that was not meant to be.
I caught my eyes that day as I stared away...
Sometimes nothing need be said.
It's only the memories that stay,
And those particular nuances that gel those memories.
I remember the gaze and I remember the smile.
I miss myself at times.
But the times, they change and they mold me.
I long to go back into the past in the future.
One day I shall see those scenes again.
That day I will not rest.

Letter to the future

There has to be a reason as to why I think of you as much as I do. Is it that I have fallen in love with you? I do not believe in the middle ground; I like to dive straight in. Is that a sin? I don't think so. So what if you do not care, one of us does yeah? Therefore, is there a future? Does that future matter? What if you are a figment of my imagination? Once I come near you, I lose all that perceived 'emotion'. You think that is plausible? I do. I tell you what... it scares me to bits; because as of now, you are the only thing that is mildly letting me hold on to things. You and that other thing. It pains me to sleep each night knowing that I don't know how things will work out. And I need to believe that I really want things to work out. Because haven't I worked towards attaining you... May be I haven't. Which may be why I might never attain you. I wonder what I will do with myself then. Will there be another path? I hope not. Why not? You see, if there is no other path, then you are all I have. That might work in my favour. Let's see and hope for the best. For you.

Weary

What is it that I come here for?
I do not belong here...
I belong out there, fighting each fight and crying each night.
But here I sit.
Rotting away as my mind ceases to function as sharply as I would want it to.
Incessantly restless and it aches me.
It aches me to look at this.
As I write it, I feel my hands bleed.
There is no pain.
Only numbness.
There is nothing here.
I believe I shall retire.

A girl cries

It is a bright, cold day and I think of love.
Enchanting and enigmatic I think it to be.
There is not clear course I believe.
But as I lay here and stare at the white clouds.
I ask myself when I will stray onto that path again.
I dread it because everything tends to be temporary.
I ache for it, for that is who I am.
I cannot indulge in the shallow pleasures of life.
What I see around me is always something meaningful.
When I stare at these white clouds, they speak to me.
They say to me: Join me O darling princess, for it is here that you will find your charming.
I look at the bottle of wine and realize that may be I had too much to drink.
I look inwards at my home and how peaceful it appears.
I wonder if I could ever be a part of a relationship again.
I know that the answer is yes.
May be 'could' ought to be replaced with 'will'.
Then I go to thinking as I sing a song about love and happiness.
I go to thinking of a time when I reach home and I am alone.
Will that life be appealing to me.
I believe not.
What are the odds that I will find a decent guy in this screwed up world?
Well, there are many of them.
But most decent men tend to be useless buggers.
Too many flaws with them.
May be my standards are too high,
Or may be I will evolve or de-evolve; whatever way it works.
I have had enough of taking a train to downtown.
I need some peace in my life now.
My lilac bed screams to me.
And I sush it.
I look at my bottle of wine.
And I gulp it down.
One day, I will share this wine with somebody.
Dammn... wonder if there are decent men in this world...

Here I lie

I saw her walking on the street below flanked by her 2 friends.
Brutes they were as they held her soft hand.
Snow and ice controlled the land around.
The land that used to be road and pavement.
She smiled, or so it seemed.
There was no smile underneath though.
She was being dragged along.
But it was not apparent.
There was something that gave it away.
May be I just have a thing for reading faces.
I heard her call for help.
I saw another girl approach these three humans.
I must say that she was gorgeous.
Which may be why I saw drool dripping down the 2 guys' faces.
Let go her hand and held the gorgeous.
The angel now smiled.
So did the messiah.
Lo and behold! How appearances change in an instant.
For take note - that there is nothing that is real.
Everything is a belief.
The 2 brutes were in fact troblins - a hybrid of trolls and goblins.
Troblins are a reminder of the human race that inhabited the earth many years ago.
The angel was a dark knight being held prisoner - on her way to the shadow castle.
Her end there was sacrifice to the smoke gods.
The messiah was of the lineage of Galtden - far offspring from the families of John Galt and Hank Rearden, the ones who saved the human race (for a while)
The angel smiled and the messiah laughed.
The troblins fled and the 2 remaining souls on that very street locked in a strong embrace.
Life had changed for me when I saw this.
I now go back to my cave.
I now go back to my identity and my venture.
I am in pursuit of happiness.
May be I just saw it.
That which seems to be not in control, but in fact is.

Leaf

"People call us renegade coz we like living crazy!!"

So I stopped studying and broke my laptop.
Threw my cellphone into the water.
I forgot about investment banking and financial services.
Ego was long gone
And friends were just images.
I sat with my back up right.
This was late at night.
As I saw the moon and the stars and the bright clouds.
I saw a car pass by and I spit on the ground.
I forgot what it was to eat out.
I would cook and eat.
My life was through the money I inherited.
Nothing substantial was used.
It was on a need to use basis.
I walked the road.
Through the flat land around.
Till my feet grew tired.
I settled and cooked some rice.
A truck passed me and I hailed it down.
On to Antarctica I said.
The bugger laughed at me.
I shot him dead.
I drive now towards the south.
Its just me and the clouds at night.
Sometimes I have thoughts.
Sometimes.
My eyes dont burn anymore.
My feet dont ache anymore.
My mind is clear.
I am willing to die.

Flight of the her

Fly by with the pink bird
I saw her fly by...
The blue sky and the dark clouds.
I saw her fly away.
A ribbon and a bow
A sword and a hat
The flowing streams of air,
They caught her still.
How she found her path was not to be known.
Something had to be done.
For that is the reason she existed.
Or so she believed.
But what is the difference between the 2 thoughts?
I knew not.
Nor did she.
The flowers gazed at her as she showed off her bright colours.
There she flew.
There she smiled.
I can still hear the giggle.
Bright bows and colourful expressions.
She flew into the sky.
Only to know ...
That she belonged down below

Anguis in a Letter

Do I ask for too much when all I ask for is to behold?
Where might I find you? - is what I ask.
A smile is what I look forth to...
When all that I require is your glance.
No, it is not time yet.
For the wait shall prove a few things.
This wait I have decided to endure.
For it is imperative that I know,
Who I want to be with.
A romantic I may be,
And a foul mind I may have.
Deep desires and simple requests.
I am too complex;
Such that I am easy to interpret.
I word too much at times.
And I say my stories as they arise.
I look forth to seeing you.
One fine day.
Whenever that day may come.
Until then I ask of you this -
Stay available.
It is easy to stray...
But know this you.
Keep no regrets.
Move on if you must.
But give a thought to me before you set course.
If a thought I am given,
I assure you this...
I will trouble you not.

My Head

It gets cold at night when I see a silent moon in the dark sky. I sit on the sofa and stare at the screen of my laptop.

I believe that there are angels that fly and horses that moan.
I believe that there are people who lie and times that are blown.
The grass is becoming brown as I speak and the zombies I see killing a frown.
The chimneys across rising and red and a dog feeling cold, just looking for some bread.
There are inequalities I believe and that is the way this reality shall function. Everything here is clockwork, everything - including emotion.
Structures are wrought as a mark of existence.
Battles are fought as a testament to human perseverance.
Perseverance it shall be called for humans are cyclical.
It is a sad truth but it as said for all is a typical.
A rhyme is set, for its function is to harmonize.
But nothing is as beautiful as a barren sheet of ice about to pulverized.
I retire tonight as I see the dark moon.
I see that a witch approaches the round globe too soon.
I see fire and heat as I sit in my cold bed.
I see smiles and love as I wait for her to stand in my stead.

BS

When is it that the flame shines bright?
I saw the sky the other day.
It was dark.
But there was a brilliance to the darkness.
Somebody was shining a light.
Somebody was quarreling the demons.
You shall not pass!! - roared Gandalf Greyhame.
A voice I heard.
It was just like the grey wizard's.
Shimmering robes and dirty smiles.

A flag was flying high.
The darkness of the sky seemed timid.
Alight! Alight! Alight!

There is confusion in the air.
People from the west move to the east.
People from the east move to the west.
Colliding.
Killing.
Burning.
I saw a hand.
I saw a naked hand lying idle on the ground.
This is where a battle was wrought.

Potatoes now grow.
Onions are gobbled.
The world wants to see the darkness lifted.
And lo.
There came Human #6901
Galloping on his mule.
He held a knife.
A butter knife it was.
And thrust it into the sky.
The world as was known, crumbled.
The top fell to the bottom.

Spaceships came now.
And conquered the fallen land.
And this was the origin of humans.
And this was what I saw just yesterday.
As I ate some home cooked food.
As I dreamt of my love.

Hope and Reason

This is the end.
For I can't take this anymore.
You believe you have a path.
No path lays there dear friend!
There is no end.
No water in sight.

All that you provide us, is hope.
And I am sure you know that.
You stopped believing in yourself too long ago.
There is nothing!

Feet come and feet go.
Voices are heard in hollow halls.
Mourning has been forgotten.
There is no triumph!
It is all a farce!

O - I see a light!!
I feel so nice now!!
Magic it is.
Nothing lays there.

People keep looking up.
People keep wondering where they walk.
What is it to which they walk?
Eventually we all tend to die.
Miseries just come by.

I see the fallen fossil.
I see the shoot from the green ground.
Nothing is real.
It seems to me that you do not have a real purpose.
It is a ride.

A ride that began when nobody was aware.
The ride shall end soon when nobody shall remain awake.
Zombies shall roam the streets.
Blood all around.
Perspiring naked beings.
As they walk back and forth and complain about how the world is a sad place.
The world is a sad place.
Nothing shall ever grow here.
Except for hope.

A War

A black cloud arrives over the sea.
It shrouds all that can't be seen.
Pods drop from the heavens.
Into the land of the mighty.
Nobody had dared yet to challenge these foul.
But out came the warriors.
Angels with swords - their ego, their shield.
They looked all around.
But nothing could be seen.
Was this the filthy land??
A mind sparked.
The ego need be thrown.
And lo!
The beings showed themselves.
Thunder was now heard.
Where all seemed at peace.

The messiah approached the beauties.
Bearing a warning on his dark forehead.
All is owned here.
You are not welcome.
Begone - and do not look back.
The forehead ceased to belong to that creature.
It lay strewn behind the angels.

A roar could now be heard.
The foul had been awakened.
The dirt under their feet shook.
The wind changed face as the roars grew louder.

The angels were calm.
They cared not for glory.
They cared not for victory.
They cared not for death.
All they wanted is to show the foul their faces.

The foul approached the glowing auras.
They shielded their eyes.
For they knew not this strange magic.
Glistening skin.
And brilliant eyes.

But the foul pushed forward.
And a one-sided battle it was.
In the end there stood only one angel.
She leapt up into the sky.
And bellowed from her bosom.

Who are you?

The foul perished.
The angels were resurrected.
The land had been freed.

The angels saw a light all around them.
At varying distances.
The sources were eyes.
Eyes of the fallen.
The fallen who were now smiling.
Rainbows all around.
For the eyes had tears.
The foul had been defeated.
The land was rid.

The angels fell down.
To the core of the land.
To power its progress.
Till time ceased.

Singing a song before my last breath

Where do I stand right now?
The great frozen desert of the south where all I can see flying by is the ice debris.
The great moments are those in which the wind stays still and the bright moon darkens the sky.
I struggle to move now.
I look in all possible directions and I do not see a single lifeform.

A thunder is struck and I tread ahead.
My stomach asks me for food, but I will it to remain at peace.
A few hours more and you shall meet your end without a doubt.
I had always thought I would never see this scene.
Had thought about it for far too long.


There are a multitude of things that are always wanted.
But it is difficult to attain all that is desired.
I think of the warm room.
I think of the incessant murmur broken by sudden thunder.
I think of the creamy risotto.
But most of all, I think of the whole bed.


I turn back to the white shades ahead.
My body is numb.
I feel no pain.
I fall down.
I know I am sinking.
But I do not have the will to struggle.
I could.
But I choose not to.

The thing that enters my mind now is her warn embrace and smell of her skin.
I had lived.

Analogies of a worn out mind.

Humans are usually dead, apart from the occasional spurts when they think.
I see a form looking over us and trying to poke us.
We are rats, you see.
All that is ever controlled is a belief.
A belief that we are superior.
More than 6 billion of such life forms and only a few are worth mentioning.
Only a few are remembered.
Now, how important is that?
A hell lot! - But not for the obvious reason - rather, for a hidden reason.
You remember Adolf right?
But the ones who really remember him - and those are the ones that matter - were the ones who were directly influenced by him.
And now comes the real noodle.
He dies when they die.
Most things are possible and only a few things are plausible - I wonder if you can decipher the analogy.
The rats are poked.
The rats mate.
They eat their food.
And they fight over their resting place.
They die in their sleep.

You see... the poker gassed them.
He was Adolf.

Now, do you see that guy?
He is Schindler.


Sometimes life if forgotten and people forget to oscillate.
At the ends they lie.
So far from the other that 'the other end' becomes a myth.
The ones who dare, swing too fast.
Or they snap at a certain time.
Only a few bring their own strings.

Fewer get their cameras.

Fewer still control their swing.

But the fewest - and these are the Unforgettables - break the glass by learning how to use the momentum.

Can you see the pool?
Can you jump into it with you cell phone in your pocket?
Call me if you can.
I still can't.

Absurd Behvaiors

A man tries to dig his nose in public without appearing too dirty.
Such a sad tale I must say.
A girl wearing adequately less clothes tries to entice the guy sitting opposite her by stretching her arms and stretching her legs.
In effect, others are attracted to her.
A guy wakes up from sleep on his book, looking distraught and starts playing with his pencil.
No, not that pencil.
There are people who try to look presentable.
There are people who look horrible.
There are people who do not care.
But then there are also people who really want to care.
People buy stuff because they feel restless.
Do they deserve to spend money?
Does it matter if they deserve to spend money?
A woman looks horrified and screams at somebody across the room.
People are horrified but they laugh inside their heads.
There is an excuse for all things unordinary.
There is no reason for the queer humans that infest this planet.
I once saw a guy who swam through the room.
Sitting on his surfboard he ate some meat.
There was no reason for him to not wear anything.
But he did so.
Because it pleased him.
People dance and walk.
May be because they like being the center of attention.
People keep talking and ignore what others say.
It is a sad state of affairs.
It is a trait that is not easily developed.
People kill spiders and cockroaches and cows and chicken and broccoli and potatoes and fish.
There is a difference everywhere.
There is a need to create incoherence.
The reason is not known but
All that I know is that there is a girl across me who is in a miniskirt.
Now, she sits as though I cannot see much.
I try not to.
But there is always a quest to see what cannot be seen easily.
If she was naked - I would have seen her and then given up.
If only I could tell her to sit without her clothes.
Wait.

OK - she slapped me.
And she left.
But her boyfriend's still there.
Wait.

OK - that hurt.
May be I should have asked him to remove his clothes.
I think he felt hurt that a cute guy like me preferred a girl over him.
Alas,
That is the way the cookie crumbles.

The woman is still huffing and puffing and angry at that creature across the room.
I have a feeling that if someone stopped her and questioned her.
She would not remember the reason why she is so upset.
I think I will ask her.

OK - I was correct.
She is dumb.
O of all things moronic.
The walls fell up and ceiling fell perpendicularly.
The lights spew black now.
And the air around is lit by an unidentifiable source.
I shall see why this be.

O
I forgot to wear my shirt.
May be that is why people kept staring at me.
And may be that is why that chick was trying to entice me.
Hmmm

Love Story by the Rocks

I stand here waiting.
The waves thunder.
And my cards are to my chest.
We see eye to eye.
And she blinks first.
There was no way out I said to myself.
There is no way in she said to herself.
The quarrel had begun.
The waves grew louder.
The land around us disappeared.
The water conquered most.
I sat down.
The cards were to my chest.
She stood there and turned her back to me.
She stared at the dark sky.
With the roaring silence.
I could have heard some mumbling for sure.
But I was not sure.
She looked up now at the ray of light.
Trying to come through the dark clouds.
Then a thought occurred to me.
I should be scared.
But I was not.
Could I be in love?
Bah - what is love?
All I knew was that I was comfortable.
As I had always been.
Even during these times when we fought.
I know how she looks when she cries.
It is not a pleasant sight.
But somethings cannot be overcome.
I was comfortable.
And that was all that I understood.

I stood up.
And said nothing.
I embraced her.
And she laughed.
"Took you so long what you foolish child?"
I shook her.
And she felt scared.
We sat down and looked at that ray of light.

I was playing blind you see.
The cards were to my chest.
I waited for her to look away.
I looked at my cards.
They spelt her name.

Compilation of thoughts

Regrets abound and cast their shadow on the daily functions.
they shall not remain for I shall kill them.
Memory is mine, and mine to destroy.
Is it very difficult?
I believe not.
Where do you wander O kind insanity?
For all I ever wanted was forgiveness.
There is only so much that I can hold on to.
Do I wish you to be mine?
I believe not,
Because - somewhere, I really hate you.
Is it of consequence? Any of this...
So she sat there and she wept as people looked at her.
She cared not for what they thought of her.
But she cared for the absence of anyone there.
Nobody to look upto.
All of them seemed so naive, that it was utterly disgusting.
When I walked with that man I thought that that was all that I ever wanted.
Does this make any sense to you O crazy soul?
I believe not.

The music flows through me,
And it partially transforms me.
Do I be anybody else?
I believe not.
Do I emulate certain personas?
I find no sense in that...
Am I lying?
May be.
Do I make sense?
Guess not.
All that I know is that the eagle looks nice as it laughs at the people below.
And the man looks nice as he stares at the eagle above.
Anything in between?
Nopesey.

The flight of the bird - and the eyes that sat upon it.
All regretted.
All worshiped.
All hoped for.
For may be one day everything shall make sense.
May be

Identity

She looked at the building across the road. That was where he worked.
She crossed the road and looked up at the building.
It might be hard getting in, but she had to.
Munching on an energy bar she rode to the reception.
A warm smile greeted the beautiful killer.
7th floor, Mr. Diper - she said
She fumbled to show her identity.
A loss in confidence almost turned her in.
But she held on by the sheer ignorance of the receptionist before her.
She entered the huge corridor where the past time had once flown through.
Giants of another age had arisen and fallen there.
It was a cruel place this.
Large painting adorned the walls concealing the technology behind.
The brain of the building was held tight.
And only a few has seen the awe underneath.
She knew what the building was saying to her.
She was not welcome there.
She felt it and she halted to turn back quite a few times.
But it was a simple choice of black and white.
And she knew she had to pull through.

She entered the elevator where the greed of humanity breathed down her blouse.
All men are the same.
The men who are not, are not.
She remembers punching two of them in her head.
The thought of that made her smile.
The men around, thought that she was proud of her beauty and the fact that so many men liked her.
She got off on the 10th floor and made her way down the staircase.
She does not remember why she did such a queer move.
Nonetheless, the destination was within sight.

She knocked on the door and did not wait for an answer.
She wanted him to be looking at her when she shot her.
The door was flung open and 2 shots were heard.
A man yelled and a woman fainted.
Somebody rang the alarm and people became animals.

She remembered him chewing gum with his mouth open.
She remembered him shuffling across to appear cool.
She remembers him and his futile ambitions.
How he sat on his bed and dreamt of the day when he would be proud.
How he exuded with confidence at the passersby.
How he flashed his expensive watch every time he entered a place he was partially known.
She remembers him gazing at the moon and feeling insignificant.
He cheated on her.
So she killed him.
That is what she said to the police.
Right before she was shot.
That is how the story ended for one Ms. Ss

The man on the grass

As he lay on the grass, staring at the white sky above, he thought to himself.
He thought, or rather, he spoke of all the things gone by.
He spoke because he thought that thoughts never stick around for long.
And when his thoughts can hear the words as thought spoken by another entity, they may register in a better way.
He thought of the laws before him and how he had no intention of following tread paths.
He thought of the wilderness beyond, and how scary it seemed.
He then thought of the Beatles who had once said something about living being easy with eyes closed.
With that thought, he closed his eyes, but not his mouth.
Nothing ought to have changed, correct?
Thing is, and this is my hypothesis, the energy and the attention that he spent on seeing and analysing the useless sky were now diverted to a more useful function.
He remembered a religious text where it was implied, 'Go on and do what you must, chill on and live on; it ain't all that difficult dog!'
With that, he laughed out loud.
The laughter angered his head because, well, the head was focused on something so serious, when there was no reason for something as mundane as laughter.
So he decided to focus again, and he realised.
Good is never as good as much as bad is bad.
Which is why he will never be happy.
For only sometime back, something dreaded had been discarded FOREVER, but he gave such less thought to it now, that he didn't even relish it.
It's kinda sad, but such is the way of the present.
It is never as great as a present.
Coming back to this moron.
As he laid on the grass, an ant started crawling up his arm.
He felt it, but his eyes were shut remember?
So about the ant...
The ant too was talking loudly you see, but in a rather melodious way.
"O I like this hill,
The hill it makes me sway
To and fro!
Up I go
Battling my troubles away!!!
Soon I shall see the end.
When all shall fade n wear away.
That is when I descend.
Into another beautiful day!!!"

The guy, thought, an ant can sing, and I can not stop thinking.
Kind of insane.
So let me shut away my thoughts.
And think of a beautiful tomorrow,
Howmuchever absurd it may be.
But let me dream
Because well, I am an ant myself.

Gollum like

The opposites talk and the opposites nod.
The sanity remains and the insanity disappears.
The legs work their way.
And the rot materialises.
The purpose is undefined.
And the like are not to be found.
Who are you?
Is what I heard in my head.
There is no answer.
There is absolute nonsense.
There is irrelevant gossip.
It hurts me.
It pains.
I feel like Gollum

Hollow Spaces

She calls out to me each night.
Just before I fall asleep.
I can hear her
And I know she is with me
But tonight I am alone.
It is for the best
I say to myself
As I look out the window
To the vast spaces before me
To the hordes below me
I hole myself together and pacify myself.
All shall end soon
There shall be something else to cry about each night
Do not worry that everything will be fine.
Nothing is ever ok
There is always something to new to worry about.
I am sure you know that.
You are pretty enlightened yourself.
The grass always seems green and for a reason.
Not all the dimensions are always visible.
Each is flawed.
All is flawed.
I for one am alone.
And I need a hold.
I need an anchor

Rising asleep and falling awake

Lying on my bed
Counting the hours
When shall the sun arrive?
I cry in my bed
And my pillow is wet
There is no one around
Just me and myself
Wake up to face a new night
A new day and a new cry
The dream was a dream
Nothing happened
Nothing happened I feel.
I fell asleep and my body was in pain
I saw the stars through the roof above
I saw the ground as I flew around.
My neck cracks whenever I move it.
Things have changes and things are the same.
Everybody still talks.
They still believe what they believe.
There is no solace to be found.
Just sleep
A belief of regaining strength.
To face another useless sun.
To face another useless sun.
To believe that things shall become fairer.
And I will finally fall awake.
The ground it shook.
The day that I thought I fell awake.
I cry today as I write this.
I cry today as I think of all.

Travelling through words

Laugh away - for you are ignorant.
Smile cause you are blessed.
I do not know where the sun will rise tomorrow.
It may not be visible at times.
Sometimes I do not know where I sleep.
Sometimes I do not know where people think.
People walk and people talk.
They smile and they rejoice.
The belief is all that people possess.
There is nothing out there I know.
Talk and talk.
And one day you shall rest.
One day you will smile.
For you believe that one that it will end.
Dread that day cause that is all that you are programmed to do.
There is nothing that you are really capable of.
A belief is all you have.
The ones who let go I see flying each day.
I see them flying.
There is a known belief of knowledge.
Of success.
And I don't know how people die.
Death is a light.
A light that beckons us.
I do not care what it leads to.
It is absolute methinks.
Absolute is absolute truth.
The truth is not belief.
The words are just jumbled.
Incoherence is absolute.
Meanings are formed.
Beliefs follow.
Complacence is desired.
Death is desired.
Sleep is far away.
The road is long.
And the road is crooked.
The road is black and
All shall fade

Epic

The bricks are lined up to form a structure that supports stupidity. I find it appalling because, well, it is. I do not understand the farce of the structure. Or even all that it is supposed to stand for. I do not like people. They stand in a line. They talk to each other. They act surprised. They walk in a group - lost in their own thoughts. Pretending to love. Pretending to trust. Wielding their sticks. Ready for combat. Jumping to their destination. Jumping to their origins. Believing that there is a higher power. Believing in a greater truth.
I just dont buy it you know. I know you do not get me - you are pretty stupid yourself with your 6 eyes and your swinging arms.

Go back into the abyss. The dark beckons.
The creations they fall into the ground.
The rubble gathers as the scavengers approach.
The fight begins and the first victims are marked.
The blood is in the air.
the beauty is in the eyes.
The victorious cry foul.
And the injured lie in the dust.
To be trampled over.
But I said to them - as I stood above.
Who did win?
There was silence as they looked around.
I believed that nobody won.
I believed that they all died that day.
They cried and they screamt.
Out came the liquor to drown their miseries.
There was no light where they saw.
No ground where they stood.
No platform to count a scale.
The light shone above as the moon approached the earth.
And there descended a proud creature.
They knew not why but they knelt then.
The creature screamed and bellowed.
A melody it was.
A rainbow they saw.
The rain it fell.
They did not fight the rain.
They drowned that night.
Not a sound was heard.
Not a scream remains.
All is lost.

All shall fade.

The Flight

There he drifted through the green layers
Strolling away and looking at none.
I said to him - O kind sir, spare a minute for this stranger kind sir.
He looked at me in disgust and asked me
"Why should I even think of a lowly creature as you?"
I said to him, " O - I know not why kind sir . . . May be I love you because of who you are. "

"But how do you know who I am?"

" O - I know you kind sir - you are the one who strolls in these gardens every night.
You look not like any other human I always see. You move like you are free. It is a trait not well seen anywhere I must say. "

" But what's so great about that you stupid kid? "

" Well, you see - and this is the truth - I aspire to be you one day.
Nothing related to what you may have achieved.
Rather, these plain 15 minutes when you walk the grass and sit in the rain.
The time when you sit alone next to that statue.
When you mumble to yourself and remember a pleasant time.
When you smile and you gaze. "

" Wow, you have been stalking me for quite a while haven't you? "

" Yes kind sir.
It has been long. "

Run through the jungle

I see the skies through the rectangular windows.
We believe that what lies beyond is real.
But how can one believe that?
What if it is actually an advanced imaging unknown to the human race?
What if we are controlled rabbits inside a maze?
Will you ever know?
When I see the classroom writing in unison and obeying instructions,
I see a mad world.
What is insanity?
And what is detachment?
Will we ever know?
The wrong path, the right path, the left path?
I see a man yawning because he is tired of studying.
I see a pair playing catch on the green outside.
Somethings look picture perfect.
May be better than a picture.
Why do humans like relationships?
Why are humans scared of the unknown?
What is it that is worthy to be afraid of?
I shall never know.
I see the need to drive in one's own car.
I see the need for sexual pleasures.
I see a need for excellence and being distinctive.
I see a herd.
I see a need to call a bird flying in the sky, beautiful.
If you stare at the clouds long enough - you realise how vast they are.
If you look at a book of astronomy and if you believe what you see,
You feel minute.
If you believe that time is immeasurable, and that reality is a belief,
The possibilities are endless.
Decorum, cleanliness, water from a bottle, food from a plate, lights aligned correctly, house with walls, artificial temperatures, connectivity to others of our kind.
I say -- worship the Roarks and the Supertramps.
Why?
Because we will never be then.
One thing I crave right now is to fly from a skyscraper,
Another is to jump into the ocean.
Another is to get lost in a forest.
Another is to feel raw pain without the option of relieving myself of it.
Yes.
When confronted with no option.
That is when the ends of the bell curve are tested.
That is how the tails are fatter.
I grow tired of living upto your ambitions.
All I need is death.
Death and all my friends.
All I need is a bed.
A bed and warm food.
In a house of love where all that one can see is nothing.
A dark night in the company of beauty.
The sky above and mankind far away.
Thoughts far away.
Possessions far away.

Stop Sign

The mind longs to feel your breath.
I see it coming over me.
The funny thing is there is no stopping this.
I see the sky clearly.
I see that everyone is smiling.
I believe that all shall be good one day.
And I believe that I shall cry soon.
But the funny thing is there is no stopping this.
I long to sleep beside you.
And know that all is calm.
To believe that the pain shall ebb.
And that one day I will sleep at peace.
But for now - I burn.
Today I suffer and today I whine.
I am alone is all that I can say.
The discomfort shall grow and I will cry soon you see.
But the funny thing is . . .
Yeah - you know it.
There's no stopping this.
It is how life is meant to be methinks.
Where living seems lighter with minds closed.
Where the grass is green on both sides.
Where everyday is a new start.
And every feel you feel is a fresh feel.
I smell the hair and I see the smile.
I see you sleeping like a dirty rock.
For now I don't sleep.
I lost my hunger
I lost my joy and I lost my goals.
All when you clouded my paths.
I still shiver in the cold
When I see that I am alone.
That there is no further road.
But your smell comes to me.
I know not from where.
And then I say that there's no stopping this.

The window shuts

The chisel and the board.
They fight when there is no one there.
I hear the roar of the machines - how they work day and night.
Tirelessly - to feed a race of morons.
I see the lights and I see the slabs.
I see the joy in their eyes.
Their puny thoughts
Their wonderful ignorance
Their joy in consumption.
Their idea of a party.
The need for friends.
The need to do the cool things.
A barbecue in the middle of the night - Why?
Because the weather is good.
Does it make sense.
Of course it does - it is the correct thing to do.
It makes sense to enjoy life.
Spend what is earned.
Spend even more that what is earned.
The notion of happiness transcends cultures.
A jog in the evening can make a person smile.
So can kicking a dog.
A chat with a friend can make a person jump.
So can a football match in the company of morons and beer.
The glass, the lights, the thoughts, the beliefs, the layers, the showcases, the walkways, the streetlights, the laws, the rules, the norms, the concerns, the right, the wrong.

I shiver in the dark because I am all alone.
I wait for someone to hold me and tell me to switch off.
Is it you out there?
Begone foul thought -
All you do is cloud my friend.
Begone I say because the enemies that he sees before him are but puppets.
All he needs it me you see.
I say to you - O darkness.
You shall not come near my friend.
I hold him dear.
He is insane.
He loses his mind at times.
All he needs is sleep.
All he craves is knowledge.
The light.
The peace.
The death.

But -
O; so that is why you want him don't you O Darkness.
You believe he is yours?
OK

An Alien Land

The sky is dark and life has ended.
I see it all around
All lies vacant.
All that was made to serve a purpose - wasted.
I wonder what these creatures are all about when they try to say what they say.
Do they mean what they do?
I believe not.
All seems dead.
They all seem lost.
Their little cocoons and their little minds.
Fixated on the good things in life.
Fixated on being polite and easily taking offense.
The trees look plastic and the cars look dormant.
The behaviour infuriates me to no end.
I see the little bags and the big yachts.
The wide roads and the useless structures as they dot the alien land.
I wonder what this means.
I wonder where they believe they are.
I believe I am alone.
I believe they laugh at me when they see me.
I believe I am the outsider here.
Hello Mr. Camus, we meet again.

Song Lines

Fantastic Lyrics -
Open to interpretation; as always.

U2
The worst of us are a long drawn out confession
The best of us are geniuses of compression

Choose your enemies carefully coz they will define you
Make them interesting coz in some ways they will mind you
They're not there in the beginning,
But when your story ends...
Gonna last with you longer than your friends.

Coldplay
Just because we're losing,
Doesn't mean we've lost...

People walking all the time;
Inside a perfectly straight line.
Don't you wanna curve away,
And it's such a perfect day.
Such a perfect day!

Fuzon
Roshni kahaan gumm gayee?
Abhi toh yahan...
Jalaa tha diya
Kho gaye...
Kahaan kho gaye?
Abhi toh yeh dil...
Lagaa hee naa thaa


Gary Jules
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ...


The Shins
You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance...

Go back to your hometown
Get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around...

I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head

You love a sinking stone
That'll never elope
So get used to used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don't leave me no phone number there

Challenges

I wonder who do you think you are?
Strutting that strut,
Ego in the air
Smirk across face
Mesmerizing attitude
You think you are better than me?
Will club you down beach!
You think you like me?
Ok - Let's see where this goes.
You say you wanna hold my hand?
Sure :|

I believe I may be better than you.
I got my own criteria for judgement.
I have a mind of my own.
I see things the way I see things
So do not walk too proudly love
You are no match for what I can be.

So you fell down eh?
You think I will help you up?
You think right.

Now stand straight and stop competing or you will fall again.
This time on your face!

Cold War

Erupts a scaled back and bulging arms.
Wide eyed it stares at the sights.
The fire burning around.
The cold ice.
The yellow moon.
The creatures they come out at night.
With a vengeance to annihilate all that was once built.
The rampage spills over and takes lives of the peaceful.
Peaceful ? - Is that the reason for your existence?
You do not deserve life foul beings!
Wrath - face it now. Face and shiver in front of us.

Wielding an axe a man stands up and beckons with a soft voice.
Come to me you.

Silence and thunder.
The war ended then.

Restless beauty

Her body shakes and she has visions.
She cannot rest for she longs for sleep.
Something erupts inside her chest and the roar is deafening.
She cannot bear it any longer.
She needs to loosen up and withdraw support.
She falls off the height of the scraper
Into the barren land below.
The people passing by see her floating past them.
Her naked body looks magical
But tears flow down her cheeks
Visible to none.
She bellows into the air
She cries for help
But there is no one whatsoever
Everyone has someone more important than her.
She wonders why she has no one.
She realises that she was the one who was too aloof.
Seeing life
And laughing at what was ordinary.
She lived alone to die alone.
All along there was someone longing to know her
But she paid no heed.
Her chest erupted
Out came the black blood.
With all the hatred burnt inside her.
Stored - not to be unleashed upon the timid world
She was beautiful that night on her bed.
Her restless body
All the while trying to sleep.
She slept yes
But too late she found sleep
She never saw dreams at night.
She would wake up in sobs

The Sun, The Stars and The Boy

The sun shone brightly at high noon.
A small kid stood naked to the skin staring up at the yellow.
"Why do you shine O mighty yellow?"
"Why do you give hope when all I have are my skin and bones?"
"Who are you to throw light when not a morsel enters my mouth, when just a few drops go down my throat?"
Disgusted and appalled at the ego that the sun held - the kid wandered off into the jungle.
In the midst of the the thick brown he sat and ate the fruits.
Alone and shattered - the boy wondered what his purpose was.
He had it all once upon a time.
But he left it all.
So disenchanted was he that the had no hook to hold on with.
He left all to come and stand naked under the sun.
He would cry too much and hope for too much.


That particular day, he slept till the night came up.
He yawned and jumped to see the stars of the night.
So brilliant they seemed - alone and scattered - but all the same.
Like a great family that served no purpose other than to fulfil a collective need; to suffice other beings.
The little boy jumped up and down for a light held him that moment.
He jumped up and down and grew tired.

He spoke to the stars, "You give so much, and want nothing for yourself."
"I believe I love you - but you shall also leave me"
"I do not like it that you are so far away."
"Come closer and spend your life with me"

The next morning the wicked sun came up to the boy
"I am sorry to have hurt you yesterday - but the truth is; I was the star you spoke to last night and I am the sun you speak to right now."
"I change everyday to suit people's wishes."
"I am not yours to hold"
"I belong only to me"

A strange encounter of the love kind

I saw the black sails as they came ashore; carrying the beacon of all that could annihilate. A form crept out and dragged its many feet across the blue sand to stand in front of me. There it stood - the colossal being with its saliva and sweat pouring on me like rain. A shadow that hid all light. I saw in its eyes the dirt that had accumulated over the past many years. With its large puffy hands it groped to catch hold of me. The ignorant fool that I was - I offered no resistance. I felt the air leave my body and I felt my limbs go numb. I could sense the throbbing of my brain so precisely that I knew each nerve ending. All that had passed - I could see now before me. All that lay forth I could predict with distinction. I heard its heavy steps as it took me through the sand that wanted us engulfed inside. It took me across and threw me onto the wretched ship. I gathered myself and put forth my hand - shaking and shivering with the adrenaline bursting through my vessels. She grabbed my hand and it seemed softer now. I pulled her from the sand from where she emerged glowing in white. Her hair glistened in the sun and her cheeks shone brighter than the galaxy that surrounded us. I held her in my arms and looked at the elegant ship and the comforts it offered. She opened her eyes and saw me there. She cried for help and I stood horrified. Tears running down her cheeks and her body swaying without support. I fell from the ship and died on my way to the ocean floor. Rumour has it that the being had sand in her eyes and brain that clouded her thoughts. She saw something that was not there. She felt something that was not there. She failed to see me as I stood there.

Flight to belonging

He looked across at me and smiled.
He smiled because he was crying.
Thinking of the days gone by when the 2 of us would be together.
Alone or even with our friends.
There were times when we would speak at length and times when we would hardly open our mouths.
I found him innocent and enigmatic.
There was always this crazy side to him that I am still in love with.
I still think of the long drives, the great music, the silent seats and the peace.
May be it is something that both of us always shied away from.
It was something both of us were too scared of.
What if he would leave me or what if he had nothing to talk to me about and slowly the love would fade?
And then just a few days back it struck me that love is a creation.
There is no reason why I can sit peacefully at home with my brother or drive peacefully with my best friend.
And that answered it for me - all that I ever want is peaceful times.
2 people cannot always talk and cannot always be around each other.
I feel like such a kid but well, I wonder if he understand what I understand now. . .
Then again, I know that he was always quite bright.
I think he knew this - but somewhere, he did not want to raise my hopes.
Yeah - -yeah, I think that is it.
He never walked across because he never wanted to spoil the peace.
He understood that if I was not ready - him crossing over to 'love' would ruin it all.
May be - hell, I know he always waited for me to say yes before he could ask.

But I wonder if he will still be there.
Knowing what his mind is made of I know for sure that he must be gazing at the sky or the sea right know and mulling over his decisions and thinking of where his current path is headed.

I feel foolish right now - our friends never thought of us as a couple and I never thought I would ever want to be in a relationship again after what I had gone through the first time.
It is sad how my surroundings had influenced me to treat love as a great and mighty creation.
It is bullshit - it is as complex as the air we breathe methinks.

A crooked smile

An inexplicable smile adorns his face.
It is brilliant and dark.
Feels lonely with a lone smile.
Depression abounds and subsides
Just to let a ray of light in
To shore up the empty chest
Shooting stars they drop from the sky
And tell him there is hope yet
Belief is sad
Belief is naked
Belief is joy
He shall sleep again he believes
And rest his weary body
Because a smile has coloured his dark face.
There is hope in life still
Because the naughty smile makes his eyes weep
Something childish in the way he saw his fingers scatter the light
Something juvenile in how he proclaimed conquest of this wild world
Something dreadful about how he thought the things he thought.
He was brilliant that man.
Shooting stars they fell from the sky
To light up the dark
To mock the moon
Fingers smothered the tails
And a smile changed his face
His hand was clenched
His hand was open
He smiled at his thoughts and how they made the world obey

Foot Soldiers

What I see is an army of fools treading tread ground.
Moving towards an abyss where they believe there might be light.
Fools!
Answers learnt.
Enlightenment supposedly attained.
Fools Cherished.
Questions asked to the 'knowledgable '.
Obeyance.
Servitude.
Foot soldiers worshipped for the great snail beings that they deem themselves to be.

I laugh at the fools who are all so serious about the funny rott and are jovial about all that holds dear meaning.

I laugh because I was one of them.
Or am I their leader brother sir?

Getaway

Up from bed and shorts came on
The mirror I saw and a pair of eyes saw me
I thought they were not mine.
Shrugged it off and went on my day.
I held her hand and took her away
A long drive and a peaceful sound.
A few words exchanged and the land changed around.
A house at the distance
And sadly a clean one.

But inside was no TV and no music.
No light and no table.
A soft ground and a fire place.
It gets cool at night with the trees all around you see.
Just the 2 of us to keep us warm if no fire can be made easily.

Mornings I hear the birds and nights I hear the crickets.
Sometimes I hear my voice singing in the dark
Not to her but to myself.

There is a room - I failed to mention - which looks up at the sky.
There is no roof there sometimes.
You should see how the sky looks at night from that roof.
I have never seen such a perfect blend of creation and creation.
But, hey - you are never going to see it are you??
Unless you can replace my companion.
Sounded hilarious.

I drove back then, and she was sleeping.
Reached the apartment and when she woke up.
She cried.
I could not - I had to take care of her you see.
I looked in the mirror.
The eyes they were not mine.
They were hers.

Requiem for Solace

I hear the buzzing in my head
I can feel my shaking knees and my tired feet.
Going bonkers thinking of my head and all that it possesses.
Yes I had a dream - I stood beneath an orange sky.
There she goes away into the darkness.
There he goes following her fragrance - hoping that one day he can hold her.
He is tired of the miles behind.
I feel for him and for myself too.
It is a weird numb feeling on the toes you see.
A blinding light that shuts out all vision.
I don't understand him when he stands on that hill top and stares at the life beyond the trees.
I saw him trying to be all high and mighty
Knowing how clumsy he truly is
Knowing that the only way forward for him is into the abyss.
Away from all
Away from all
He wandered through the empty corridors of his head
Lit by fire flies.
They were few but they gave hope.
Here is some bright for your dark mind kind brother sir.
I heard him say it over and over again
There is something there
I can see it
Beyond the rainbow.
Beyond the stream
Beyond the snow and auroras
There is a warmth that I can feel from afar.
I would love to hold you dear
But promise me this
You will not speak to me.
Because it is difficult to hold a conversation with you with the want to hold a conversation.
It is hard enough to handle myself.
Please take care of yourself love.
You know what - I am saying this , but I know that if I had a chance to take care of you I would hold you and feel better myself.
I have not held you in a while love but I hold you each night.
I am sure you do not know that.
It is when I fly away into the sun and I see arms wide open.
You always rest your head on my chest and feel my breath on top of you.
But you see - I killed myself the other night when I said I am just another seed in a farm.
I hoped to be mutated.
And may be I am - may be it is something that is latent.

I saw that guy riding off into the sunrise to face a bleak future
Where he knew he would have noone and noone would have him.
It was indeed surprising that he knew himself.
Most people are too ignorant.
He had made his peace with it or so he made people feel.
I could sense a flame inside him still longing for acceptance.

He would fly alone and burn alone.
A naked soul in the realm of the dead.
The gaze that follows him is daunting.
But onwards he marches with his head held straight.
Ready to face a rock or a cannon.

That is when a feather crashed into his face.
And he fell into the pit.
The dark pit of stench and ruin.

I imagined his body moving slowly to its end.
And I laughed
For I knew that now he was at peace.
Now I was at peace
Because I could finally let go of him and lead a beautiful life.

My eyes were burning that morning.

Man Love

I looked into his eyes and I saw the sea of colours
I saw the light messing with how they appeared that morning.
I saw the innocent eyes that just wanted to quit all.
I also saw the scared eyes that belonged in a cocoon.
Another thing was - the beauty of the adventure that the eyes wanted to unleash.
I could imagine him as a kid - jovial and adventurous,
With a want to conquer all that lay ahead.
The multitude of what could have been his.
He was beautiful I must say.
His face was bearded but clean.
There were spots but something about his face was brilliant and sexy.
His eyes were dark but focused.
You could see him lose himself and dance around.
The way he carried himself was also intriguing because few people I know carried themselves that way.
May be that is when I realised that I loved him.
He stood for all that could have given me solace.
I found it funny that I was in love with a guy.
I always thought that I liked women.
But this guy made me feel different you see.
I would sit for hours at a stretch and hear him talk.
He would say the most atrocious things.
He had a wild imagination - and I found that nice.
Well - because I have been the adhering types.
I always followed the laws that were set.
I dressed as deemed correct.
I spoke and behaved like the other.
He on the other hand was wild.
Sometimes inside his head - because he knew he could not be a creature who would shock others.
Let those vile creatures be - he would say.
He said that - well, they deserve a life of their own.
The way they seem fit.
All that he had was inside his precious little head.
Closed to everyone.
And partially open to me.
He was destined or rather decided to be alone forever.
And I was all he had.
May be I was just a puppet.
A piece of entertainment for him
A way to release his art.
But I was Ok with it.
I just loved him.
One day I ran my hand across his face and I realised why I loved him that much.
It was because he was stone.

Yours

Dim lights around us when we woke up that night.
We had slept for a while and I remember you smiling when you saw me.
You looked brilliant dear.
The room was rather cool and I remember lying there with you.
I then left you to go out.
Thought I'd get some food for the two of us.
I remember feeling awfully light that night.
When I walked to the kitchen and made a pack of popcorn.
I can hear the bell when the popcorn was done - that is when I realised that I had been smiling the entire time.
It was nice that night when we spoke little.
I turned around with the food to see you standing an awkward pose.
Sitting at the dinner table and reflecting on the years gone by.
The times we got to know each other.
The long drives, the quiet meets.
The food gobbling sessions.
The lost eyes, the mischievous pranks.
Those foolish jokes and the secret fears.
We smiled remembering the times that had passed us by.
It was a moonless night and the city was silent.
A few lights down below and there we were.
A couple at the balcony holding each other gently
And looking at the world from afar.
Still remember playing with your hair
And leaning across to kiss you.
A few of our friends are going to be home tomorrow.
Bunch of oldies bringing forth memories.
And praising you.
I believe everybody misses you because you were a nice person.
You were never extraordinary to all.
Only to me I believe.
Just writing this because I felt like writing to you.
Wanted to let you know that I felt your hand touch mine just a while ago.
That you were here right now
You still have not quit playing games with me have you?
I will get you one day you foolish child!
Till then - remember that I think of you.

A story

There was a boy I knew who was walking on grass towards a nearby hill. He had worn proper shoes so he could walk easily; there came a stream and so he mustered all the courage to jump across. When he turned around he saw that it was an approximately 10 foot wide river with a bridge across it. He shrugged it off and entered a cave. Now, let me just say that this boy was quite timid. He always worried about the future but on this particular day he seemed rather keen on emptying his desires. He carried a torch along because he knew that it was to be a long day and quite unknown. He could feel the mud crawling up his shoes and what would have normally seemed as disgusting, now seemed exhilarating. He turned around to see a dim light. Ahead was all dark. But his torch was pretty radiant and he could manage the turns and the uneven path. This was not a lone cave I must say. This was a tried path. To his right, now, he saw bones. Bare bones with spiders feasting on them. He saw a pond up ahead. Black as the surrounding and calm like the outside.

With all his clothes on he entered right in and sat at the other end with a girl. She looked quite ordinary but she said that she resided there alone. She was in fact really happy that the boy had come along. She finally had some company you see. The boy realised that in over 25 years of his existence he always craved for the physical and the erotic and right then, he realised that all he ever wanted was a beautiful mind. They kissed each other and held each others hands as they spoke of their past lives. The rollercoaster rides and the support systems. How their beliefs had changed over the years and who they were right then. They wished to be like that forever. Not in the context of romance but with respect to individuality. They had their distinct ideologies that gave them a confidence to shun the world and still be a part of it. The blasphemous society that ridiculed the extraordinary, that worshiped the superficiality and the craved for the unreachable. All that would one day wash away.

They saw in the pond a reflection of what had been and the enormity of all that lay ahead. Music, food, intelligentia, sloth, the arts and the pursuit of the naked. This is what was common. They could feel each other sighing and weeping. The thing they realised was that, alone - it just seemed futile and dreary. For all that showered might in them, they had but a single flaw. They were human.
The boy spoke now, "Let me take you with me; I know you want to stay here and you have lost all hope of what lies ahead. But let me be selfish and tell you that all I need right now is you. I wonder if I should call it love. . . But clearly, it does not matter you know. All that I know is that I am comfortable with you." She smiled and they dived into the pond. Out they came - wet, partially dressed, disillusioned and smiling. They sat at the edge of the cave. They looked at the outside and the light where the rest of civilization resided and they looked at the inside where all was pure and dark. They laughed quite heartily and held each other. She rested on his shoulder and he smelled her wet skin. Droplets of water fell on the girl's forehead and she laughed some more.

The guy justified himself. He said, " It is not the romantic and utopia, it is just that I can feel the blood flowing through me again. I am not trying to sound poetic sweety, just that I have not been able to feel my life for a long time now." The sun was setting and they decided to sleep there. Alone and cold with only each other for company. But you know how it is right? Two people get bored after a while whereas a person alone will never get bored of himself. This was so unusual - thing is they did not speak much. They slept soon and woke up with the rays of the sun.

They went back to society that day and met the next day. They climbed a hill, to build a cottage. Well furnished with basic facilities. Something to keep one cool and something to keep one warm. A stock of food. A large bed. A patch of grass. No television, no computer, no telephone, no mobile charger.

They decided that every weekend they would try to get out and come to this place on the hill that hopefully no other soul discover. Some weekends will be outings with dear friends and most weekends will be random things that need not have consequence.
The girl wanted to build a schooling system, a university, a hospital chain and restaurants. The boy wanted to create a company where the mighty survived and the intelligent thrived. The reason they finally pursued their dreams seems fairly obvious. They had finally found a support system.

One night the girl called up her partner, "Listen, I will be late tonight - so please don't stay up." The guy said, "Sure, just let me know if you need me to pick you up." And that was the end of the conversation.
The girl came home later, tired - to find a full plate of food on the table and her partner on the sofa watching a movie. It was 2 at night. They laughed and ate together.

Some years later, they went walking through the grass to the same cave. Something had changed. It seemed darker now. May be they had grown accustomed to the light. They entered the cave, removed their clothes, held hands and walked across to the pond. They swam across and sat on the ledge again. Legs dangling and smiles wide. They looked at the dark water and rested on the cold rock. They slept.

The boy turned old, a balding head and wrinkling eyes. The girl is old too, not as slender as she used to be and has trouble hearing. They go to the cottage more often now. They still talk with interest. The guy is a millionaire who spent much of his money traveling and donated a chunk of it to his partner. The girl is known through the lands for what she has done. She is happy with what she has managed to create.

They spoke of the day when the guy rescued the girl and the girl rescued the guy. They laughed. They decided to get married when they spoke about this. Not many people knew about the event. It was held at the cottage.

Some years thence, they were sitting on the swing at the garden and the guy took his last breath. The girl wept, and arranged for a celebration after the funeral for all the years that the guy had celebrated. It was a beautiful idea. The girl killed herself the next day because there was nothing life to hold on to.

The cottage still remains.
The pond still holds their faces.
The ledge is marked territory.
Nobody enters the cave now.
For people still remember the relationship of a boy and a girl.