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.