The cold-cold world

Zephyr kissed my cheeks.Snowy woods around.Yet, i feel so warm.
I see the smiling bright sun.Autumn leaves dancing to the ground.Serene and exultant,
I wonder if this is the world I live in.I hear no tantrum.I hear no ruckus.This is my world
where i am the only tribe alive.I speak to the sylvan lands.I sing rock to the valleys.
I walk on my silhouette, basking in the sun's morning warmth.My frenzy shadow conspires to me.
I see a desperado in it.Speaks to me in whispers.

"Your world intimidates a devil for it is prophesied."

Trrinng trrinngg trumm trummm trriingg trriinnggg trummm trumm....

I banged the alarm clock,groped for my specs.I feel really torpid to wake up specially on college days.I walked lazily to the door to pick up the morning news paper,started skimming at things all colorful though indifferent to me.There was this one thing I stopped at.It had some statistics regarding child deaths.


"

• 1 child dying every 3.5 seconds
• 17-18 children dying every minute
• A 2004 Asian Tsunami occurring almost every 1.5 weeks
• An Iraq-scale death toll every 16–38 days
• Over 9 million children dying every year

The silent killers are poverty, hunger, easily preventable diseases and illnesses, and other related causes."

This froze me completely for a couple of minutes.I could connect with the devil the shadow in my delusions prophesied about.

This has always been a coldworld.Wish I could live in the world of my pipedreams forever.
This could probably be counted as one of the reasons for my agnoticism.When there is really
this thing called God, why is there so much suffering? I had many arguments over my audacious behavior at home and at college,in matters concerning my disbelief in God.I brooded over such things to the peak of my patience,read senseless stuff but nothing could suffice me with a valid reasoning.

All you religious fanatics around the world.Can you please tell me what are the sins all these innocent kids paying for?



...Ellipsis

Remember 26/11

Something in the news urged me to write again.. Kasab, the new face of Pakistan could probably be nominated for an Oscar..the other day I happened to see in a newspaper,that he's shed tears at the pics of the carnage.... omg!!
Crocodile tears.... Eclipsed the brains of the judiciary...

India has started being more generous.. or should I say Ignoramus..
It never fades out.. the whole massacre of 26/11.. still fresh in the minds of India.. why let such a beast live all these days?..
Doesn't fuckin matter if he's underage..Doesn't fuckin matter if it is a matter concerning foreign Interests...
It's high time that India kills him.. He's adopting a diplomatic ploy.... so diabolical.. targetting sympathy this time..
No.... It's generous to be without mercy now.. Line my words.. Kasab needs to be killed brutally... the most brutal way possible..

PS:In pursuit of a dream to see a terror free Nation....


...Ellipsis

Devil's Workshop

Wires,
thick,strong and slack,
Muddles,Puddles and Musings..
.
Banter and Bonhomie,
My devil's workshop,
Now, an Infernal asylum..
.
Give me a break,
from the loony little imps,
fish my vacuum sea for rotten shrimps..
.
Label me a weirdo,
'cause
I carry my candles in the rain,
only to put them off..


...Ellipsis

My Lord,King Avarice..

King Avarice,His holiness,
Knows no shore..

Dig mines,
'till you find a hole,
in mother's heart..

It shouldn't bother you,
I know..
Crimsons and Carnages,
your pastimes..

Hack my green fingers,
Envenom my Blue blood,
Putrid stenching Bodies,
ornate my home in flood..

God versus God,
engulfs my world..
sift mother's love too?
My lord has the heart of a louse..

Avarice,my lord..
Wish I were your traitor,
but my brothers now my quislings..
Wayside,I don't see welcoming things..
So,My Lord..Enslave me and slay..

My Deliverance,
a phantasmagoria..
the Doomsday,
12.21.12 is waiting for you..
and you shall deserve..

I don't see omens..
I don't see delirium..
My chimaera tells me,
only Veridical testimonies..




...Ellipsis

Can you hear me?

This one's for all those who miss their Papa's on Father's day..
You don't need a Father's day to tell him that "You love him" though..

As I look,
at the black and white photographs..
Each click,
I relive every second with you..


Envy my child,
for the you she finds in me..
I wish I were her,
and you be me..


Can you hear me,
If I shout you aloud?
Can you see me,
bless me this day?


My first bicycle ride,
My favorite cds on my birthday,
whirl in my head,
all time..



Gift me again,
with your smile..
Papa, I miss you..
In my child,I see you..



...Ellipsis

The New Barmaid

The lullabies of gore and violence,
storming head for 19 years..
Musings of armageddon,
keep alive..
reminiscences bug,
hack to death..
Vengeance an arcanum,
Thirsty for blood..

.

"Tell the new barmaid,
Yea.. you...Bring some wine"

.

In the banquet,
they rejoice the sherry,
of the new barmaid..
the last drinks,
of their sinful lives..

.


In a bin,
Somewhere in the hotel's kitchen,
laid he,in composure,
with letters written,
"POISON:Arsenic Trioxide"



...Ellipsis

.fittings

This seat is meant for two,
so,why the heck you?

for that half slice of stale bread,
you bring your friends and brothers too?

for that last drop of water,
you warm up to brawl again?

brother's old text again?
and his old mended trousers too?

So,Boss,It's your homeboy's conjure?
oh.. that new short fat jackass..
his cousin?I see..

.

you made me roll on the hay,
I'm too torpid to sulk too..

.

Oh yes,she looks like an oasis..
her eyes of a baby,
make me feel for a walk on the air,
Complacent and exultant..
But,No,you seem to be on your spree again..
And now,you managed to bribe her too?
"You said you loved me..
Now say you love him too?"

...Ellipsis