Star-gazer

When I was a child,
I used to be a star-gazer.
Watching stars shooting down,
I had made wishes,
which often came true.

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Now on the rooftops of coldness,
I sit,trip and smoke,
scream for the genie in the skies.

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With straight faces,
the twinkling stars,
remind me
of my childhood dreams
and my star-gazing.

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There, I see! another shooting star!
Oh! you seem to be coming to me?
Come star,
collapse like an ice-cube
in my whisky jar.


...Ellipsis

Heathen Android

I am an android,
living on leaves.
A heathen retard,
living somewhere
in the deep woods
behind the country.

I used to be bloody too,
just like the rest of you
until one night,
when you struck my chandaliers of faith.
The blood you used
to theter my feet,
now only slakes my thirst.

I am an android,
living on leaves.
A heathen retard,
a lousy eudaemonist,
Bless me Holy Infernus!
see me in light and shade..

I am an android,
living on leaves.
A heathen retard,
living somewhere
in the deep woods,
behind the country.

Fought for his existence,
enduring the void within,
I bowed,he ignored
bowed and fawned,he ignored only more
Now i learn what self-deciet is!
Now i trail the way to Utopia..
for now i know
God thinks he's better than me!!

I am an android,
living on leaves.
A heathen retard,
a lousy eudaemonist,
Bless me Holy Infernus!
see me in light and shade..
Now i learn what self-deciet is!
Now i trail the way to Utopia..
for now i know
God thinks he's better than me!!


...Ellipsis

.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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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

.in a land of waters

Bangalore/Hyderabad|Oct032009:The worst rains and floods in parts of Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh left 172 dead as authorities today intensified rescue efforts with army troops backed by IAF helicopters shifting marooned villagers from rooftops to safer areas.

Courtesy:OutlookIndia.com

.in a land of waters


There is no my school these days,
yet I don't feel happy at all.

She gulped my mother and brother,
farm and home.
I gulped a lump of her,
she was within me too.
But I hated her then
and let her roll down my eyes.
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Shattered shingles,
shards of my kaleideoscope,
were all that remained.

Dare didn't I,
to bet her on her strength.
you made me fly,
though not in the sky,
In logs and woods,
cadaverous streams.
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Food for us was then.
falling from the sky.
Only to see more kids like me,
under feet of many,crying
and screaming for their lives,
in a land of hers,
in a land of waters..


...Ellipsis