Hatred

Amidst the luscious green fields,

Was an affluent hamlet on the hills

Where lived a pretty mademoiselle

A beautiful mind and a fair heart she owned

So pure and tender were her feelings

Malice and contempt to her were unknown

Nor had she the slightest idea

Of what fate had for her in store!

So huge was her fame, that women

Craved her jocund company, and

Men whistled and danced at her heels

But only in his heart she found her niche

To live and die with him was her only wish

But alas! Life and its vicious twists!

On a bright sunny summer day

When she was all gay and bliss,

He pushed her off the cliff!

Bloody and wounded though she was,

She survived, and that was miraculous

Then she found a stone cutter’s den,

Which now served as her haven

But timid and tender as she was

It was no easy to get over the treachery

She cried bloody and bitter tears

Wept and wept till she had no more fears

Time healed the wounds on her body

But the wounds on her heart were still fresh

Spreading the poison to her once beautiful mind

Inexorably giving birth to a fiend

That was born out of vengeance and rage

And vowed to uproot the whole village

Like a wild beast let loose

All of a sudden from its tight noose

She slaughtered people at a ferocious pace

Until she found no trace of human race!

While You're Away...

I wake in the morning
And I miss you
I can't sleep at night
'Cause I miss you
While you're away
Memories make their way
Into my now vacant mind
Reminding me of the days
When you and I,
Plucked the gowans fine
While you're away
Imagination refuses to be kind
'Cause you're its muse
Yes, you're the one I choose
While you're away
A day seems like a decade
Loneliness swoops on me
Like an eagle does on to its prey
And I pretend to be all normal and okay
I seem to be falling from grace
I can no longer live this charade
Save me from this constant nag
Come back soon, CLOSET FAG!

Profound Profanity

I had in my mind a dear friend of mine who annoyed me so much one day that I couldn't go to sleep till I vented all the frustration in the form of this piece of writing.

Aah, that abhorrent son-of-a-bitch
As trivial as a small technical glitch
Nothing special, just a face in the crowd,
That doesn't account for his unwarranted pride
A hideous soul, and bah, a face like a giant octopus!
But he wants for wife a goddess, all the way from Venus!
His abominably elevated rear elevation,
Grosses people out and saps all the exhilaration
He's an intolerable pain in the ass
His mind, his attitude and he- all farce
He's like an inconspicuous rift in the lute,
That can make the music in others' lives mute!
By the way, don't mistake this( nonsense) for a poem,
I only wanted to kick the bastard out of my cerebrum!

A just-like-that poem

With an eye alert for silver linings,
And an ear alert for euphony;
With a slick silver-tongue,
I strut ahead with a yellow shirt on

Confident or brazen, I dunno what
But inebriated, I can tell you that
Oh Baby, here I come, brace yourself
I'm hungover, for the rest of my life

Ah, time hangs so heavy on my hands
I know it's only till I see your visage,
when I transgress the barriers of self-restraint
and allow myself to be enshrouded in Love's warmth

None of the aforesaid is any of my concept
But how much ever I try to thwart,
It's coming to me-plain happiness
Wearing a soppy, puppy-dog expression
Looking up at me, begging to be taken
And I obliged, only to be enslaved for ever.

No title ( Written in a light-headed moment! ) :|

Lost in the Sargasso sea
Sauced with unwarranted glee
Sailing solitary, but carefree
I embark on an innuendo spree
And direct the helm towards thee
Rowing through insinuations
Parrying all trepidations
Effusion, the sanguine disposition
Incredible, feels like an illusion
With a weather so clement
The gray clouds part, the sun beams
I bask in the glory of the moment
And go with the flow,
Following my instincts!

The Philanderer

Inspired by 'Nagasaki' foxtrot lyrics, if you can call 'em lyrics.

That toothsome geezer
An unscrupulous womanizer
Night after night
It's the display of his might
He can make some throats go dry
'Encore', they unanimously cry
For some, a demon lover
Like bees, around him they hover
For some, an incubus
A devil ever so ruthless
He moves in mysterious ways
At the right moment he waylays
All these vivacious filly
To his tunes they sway
'why' is beyond my conception
But yeah, I'm no exception

I Pine.

Those eyes, a vault of mysteries galore
I, breathless, as though by asphyxiation
But my heart utters a silent uproar
And I take refuge in urban sophistication

A rendezvous ends the beginning
Marks the beginning of eternity,
The generous amount of pining,
And a swift exchange of repartee

Drinking in the aura, enchanted
With many 'what if's, I'm taunted
Cowardice under the veneer of wisdom
Hypocrisy! To confess I haven't the gumption

A tempest, I entertain for the Adonis,
Comfortably indifferent in his lair,
But who wouldn't, in my place?
I say, gainsay who dare?

Inspirations to Ink ( Title by Ashok )

Wandering the corridors of my mind
The alter egos oppositely aligned
I can feel the tempers raging
A harbinger of wars waging
Into two halves my head splits
And into the the parchment the ink spills

Ludicrous errors on the blackboard
A ripple of laughter in the horde
An argument, ensues treachery
Life, an indiscernible imagery
Amused, my being, at the dim-wits
And into the parchment the ink spills

A sudden shift in loyalties
A broken heart, affected faculties
The sinister silence louder than loudest cry
There goes a perfect relation awry
For every couple that splits
Into the parchment the ink spills!

Several kites flying together
The hue of colours on an iridescent feather
The gentle touch, the feel that still lingers
The baritone, and music by IcyFingers
My usual youthful follies and vanities
And into the parchment the ink spills

The prudence, the educated profanity
The visual bleach, jeopardizes my sanity
Hereditary, this noblesse oblige
In his heart I carved my niche
Not a summer, but a lifetime idyll
Only to the parchment I let the beans spill!

To The Beatles!

The Beatles' style! The lines 'feet down below his knee' and 'come together right now, over me' are from a Beatles' song called 'Come together'.

He's not no knight-errant
He ain't got no gaiters
He wear no Alpine hat
With an Achilles heel
He so fondly nurtures
Come the spineless eel, over me!

No black, no white, it's gray he see
No blood, no white, only gray he got
Greasy, messy top he got
Quite a few halibut he caught
Feet down below his knee
Come the clown, over me!

He say what they say is his
I say what he reap is shiz
My darling, that wasted wastrel
Too wise, the Grim Reaper
With nose too long, head held high
Come the babel, over me!

He do what they do not
A bit of heat, it's fire he caught
A star or the black-sheep, this lot?
Wriggling, writhing, disentangling the knot
With a tag that reads schlemiel
Come the angel, over me!

Rattle prattle..

What I’m going to write now is what I expect to be spine-tingling, enthralling, inquietante, cataclysmic, blood-curdling, horrendous, and terrifying and… well, I've run out of adjectives, so, yeah, I think you get the point I’m trying to make here.

Note: This is my diary entry on the 7th of May (slightly edited, of course). I thought I should share it with all.

I was enjoying ‘Rasmalai’ and a good laugh with a few friends at Swiss Castle in Ameerpet when I first saw it. ‘IT’! And the consequences were quite unexpected - a gasp escaped my mouth, a chill ran down my marrow and suddenly there was a heavy feeling in the chest! (No, it’s not a heart-attack, although it seemed like one)! And I’m sure I sagged a little in my chair. I felt the colour (not to mention the heat associated with it) rising to my cheeks! Man, IT was so conspicuous! I was surprised how I didn’t notice it before. And it’s simply outrageously preposterous how the others at the table were still oblivious to IT! The others! The others? I looked at ‘em. Weird, if I come to think of it now. ‘Cause I can’t remember the last time I was with ‘em. And for heaven’s sake, what are they talking about? Are they even talking? ‘Cause I can’t hear a thing! Have I gone deaf? Or worse, have all of ‘em gone mute? But how in the name of Hades could that happen in, what, an hour? An hour? Well, I don’t remember how long ago I entered this place; it could have been an hour, a day, or maybe, a decade, or an eon, I don’t know! Oh my, I lost track of time! But I don’t really care, at least, not now. If anybody had asked me which planet I lived on, I’m sure I couldn’t have answered correct. For all I know, it could have been Mars or Pluto, and again, I don’t care! The life I have had till now seemed like a great concourse of haphazardly placed images! I was totally confused, befogged, bewildered, perplexed, and what not! Everything around me seemed surreal. The only real thing was IT! I could feel the thought of IT seeping through the layers of my brain. I could feel it writhing against my cranium. I thought my head was gonna split into two halves. And it wasn’t painful either! Pure pleasure. But I knew I couldn’t put up any longer with that either! Everything seemed out of control. Again, I acted involuntarily and impulsively and chanced a glance at IT. And what rot! IT was jeering at me, IT put IT’s ugly tongue out at me. IT’s growing infernally in size. It seemed like IT was all the universe contained. IT was taunting me. IT was tormenting me. IT was tantalizingly close. I wanted to touch it, strangle it to death. But I felt helpless, my faculties were numbed, my sanity was in jeopardy. When I thought I was about to die in a moment, everything suddenly returned to normalcy, all around me was animated once again. I looked around at the place where IT had been. And lo, IT wasn’t there! That explains everything, doesn’t it? And yes, I survived, and lived to tell the story.

But let me confess, even now the memory of the sojourn of a hair from the beard stubble on the forehead of the face I love the most gives me a horrible horripilation, which is invariably accompanied by a heartache!