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