.attachment-incorrigible(haiku)

By the window sill,
mist from the eyes clouds my life
. . . . . . . lamentations rule.



...Ellipsis

What is it to be called cool?

Some people are born to lose.No matter how hard they try,how passionate about the things they really are.They always lose.
Some people are born to win.Call it their zeal to achieve or their ardent love for success.They surpass all the obstacles and become the apostle of success.
Some people, like me are born just to[clears throat]
just to watch them play. ;)


...Ellipsis

lamia and me (Gothic poetry)

Am I still asleep?
or is this really some perpetual dream?

feeling the ethereal ink out,
your entangling me,
I untangle and free
the gypsy within me.

parched lips, awfully
want some fire now.
But your ball
and chain simply,
don't let me go.

your mysterious abyss
or the vampyric addiction?
sheer megalomania
or do you really see
a halo around me?

Dodging me,oh darling!
where do you go?
to the graves,those wailing wolves?
your world of darkness unseen?

see me again darling
some other time.. perhaps the next new moon
or I shall...slake my thirst dear.
for you still owe me
an alimony.

...Ellipsis

.five ages of a nincompoop

The year 1990,
marked the birth
of a lousy nincompoop.

.

By 6, atoning the virtues
of a god-fearing mama
and a steadfast Papa,
the nincompoop learnt
to read and write,
to sacrifice and befriend.

.

Enter 13.
the nincompoop learnt ,
to beguile and
yet be benign.
started to love,
had his hearts broken
a couple of times
and his bones broken too.

.

Enter 17.
the nincompoop started
to love
and make love.
lecherous,
and diabolic.
but still,
Blood to him,
carried some gravity.

.

Enter 20.
the nincompoop now
makes only love.
still loves blood,
only when spilt.
Nothingness,his abode.
he isn't despaired,
atleast by the embrace
of weeds and liquids.
God is just another jester,
Faith is just for the dogs.
the nincompoop now,
is a nihilist.
That nihilist is me.


...Ellipsis