The World's loneliest person

'Forgive? Never!'

Demons of my mind

It's been a while since we've spoken,
Also looked each other in the eye
The thought of that brings back old ones
But can't cut them out, no matter how hard I try
You seem so cool, so unchanged
Armed with the pretence of being so strong
But I try to do the same in my own place
So please don't get me wrong
The wish of never crossing paths again
Was something I greeted with a big smile
But a good half year down the line,I think to myself
Who was I kidding all this while
When we said the last goodbye,
You took away a part of me
One I'd never knew existed
One I never had the sense to see
I don't ask for forgiveness
Neither do I wallow in self pity
But it would be nice if you felt what I do
And see things my way, as it ain't pretty
I know I'd ask a lot from you
If I'd ask you to put the past behind
Believe in me yet another time
And help me put to rest forever,
The demons of my mind

Bitter sentiments

Weird, tailed, horned animal, what are you thinking?
Animal replies, "Nothing at all" ,
"Are you scared of death, oh animal?"
Silence, followed by more silence,
"Animal, can you hear me?",
And then he drops dead right at my feet.
Death is peace, weird animal, life is harder
And seems like you were pretty much on the border;
But now that you've broken on through to the other side,
I gain solace from the fact that when it's my turn,
I'll feel free to ask you for a ride,
You appear reproachful, even in death,
The explanation to which I have none,
Is it not fun,
Not to be on the run,
From life's nitty-gritties,
And for once,
Not to hide from the sun?
You spoke very little when you lived, weird animal
And now nothing at all, boring me to death,
Are you trying to pull my leg,
With all of your stealth,
Getting ready to startle me out of my head,
Shatter the nice, sadistic illusion I form out of seeing you on your death bed,
But not to stress,
I'll play along and greet you like an old friend,
Apparently happy that this isn't your end,
But when that day dawns,
I'll make it a point to tell you what I felt,
I'll even throw in the remarks you'd call below the belt
Because the only time I felt you really listened to me,
Was when you didn't...

OH SNAP!

Cut out your own throats,
And jump off your ergonomic boats,
Don't care about your communist votes,
But continue making your fucked up notes
Be the beast you're meant to be,
Open your eyes and see,
The carnage,
Of this never ending rampage,
And the resulting damage,
To which, proudly, you are the key.
First step is to believe,
Then sigh in relief,
That your conscience allows you to conceive,
A nightmare that lies before you to feel,
The hero of your odyssey,
The villain of another story,
History has played its dirty trick on you,
Finally, stuck you are, my friend,
Between the vagaries of false and true

Book talk

First page of the book,
Gives you a sullen look,
Questioning, challenging you to its routine game,
Devoid of a new pair of players,
The book being a constant participant in this cliche art,
Welcomes you at the start
In the words of the book itself-
"Will you leaf through my pages,
Spend time on some some more than the others,
Or will you fall in love with them all,
Keep reading without a stall
Level of interest showing no fall?
I only say what I'm meant to say,
Say the words through night and day,
No lies and deceitful stories, and exaggeration at a null,
But, mind you, sharp enough to breach your skull,
Coincidentally, if you're dull,
And gloomy or upset,
Words to enlighten you, you retard,
Are here a many, to hit you hard

An AFMCite Prayer

Oh supreme creator of the universe,
Giver of abundant blessings and the occasional curse
Do you know what's worse
Than being a product of your distorted humor,
And living like a greedy, ravenous tumor,
Carefully remembering grudges we nurse?
That situation is faced by four hundred odd lads,
Who left home-sweet-home, totally glad,
But now are unfortunately sad
Caught up in delusions about good and bad.

The monarchy-like state prevails,
In this place we would like to call a second home,
But due to circumstances, we leave that thought alone
Crippled we are,
Without our cars,
And the splendid sight of a fleet of motorbikes,
Hasn't been seen here since a long time,
As that is exactly what the monarchy dislikes
Soft, mad children getting expelled,
For watching the sacred act of love on a mobile cell,
Making out and fooling around
Would get you in a mess,
if red-handed you're found.

Out of bounds,
Is any behavior expected out of a red blooded hound
So turn around
And have a look at the women this place abounds with
But trust me,
You'd rather want to start a round of drinks,
So you can sit down and think,
But just then, fate's evil eye winks,
And caught you are with alcohol,
Derangement of senses is not tolerated at all,
Then goes a call at home,
Saying your son was caught having a ball

Fast forward at least three months into the future,
All you are left with is a bad attendance and a wounded reputation,
On the brink of important examinations.
Proxies and other goodies,
Are limited now, for people are moody,
Even the air snaps at you rudely
Stuck in a mess
With a headache in your ass
You fall asleep every night,
Without putting up a fight.

So oh supreme creator,
Deliver us from evil,
Make the monarchy realize,
That we have a breaking point, so it would be wise
To stop putting forth questionable claims and beliefs.
For a time shall come when we shall rise,
And someone will have to pay the price...

Amen

The psychology of stamina sticks

More is less when people congregate,
Under one roof to fly,
No one is to be relied on,
No one to be trusted,
With the valuables he possesses
And the lies he faces from every other comrade,
Thus the truth from every human ear remains barred,
And hearts lie scarred,
Bruised and bloodied,
Harried,
And god forbid married,
To this idea of self-righteousness,
And holier than thou happiness,
Ash expenders concealed,
And insecurities revealed,
To expose a huge mortal abyss,
The sight of which you'd rather miss,
Vultureness and malice is in the air,
For nothing's fair,
Yet you expect care,
For laying out your soul bare,
For every soul to be a witness to your mental lair
Left to your devices,
Enjoy the wait for the consequences,
The thirst goes unquenched,
And the stench,
Of human ill doing rises up to a great altitude,
For every unrelated being to comment on its magnitude
Choose to laugh or choose to sympathise,
For those people with opinions,
You better empathize,
And make them realize,
That all is not lost
And cigarettes shall survive the rise in costs.

Hey dirty lookin',watcha been cookin' ?

We often come across the term 'dirty looks' in our day to day lives in a variety of situations,which may mean a variety of things. The thing about dirty looks is that they are a sure shot way to get your message across to that person you don't want to communicate with directly,but instead just look at,in a dirty manner. It's like you're telling him or her,"hey u there,I want (a)this (b)that (c) those ( d)you to____ ,etc,etc...,but I don't want to tell you on your face,so I'm giving you these dirty looks. So fuckface, if u want me to stop, meet my demand(s)"...Screwed up,huh? Some situations where dirty looks would most probably work:

1)Waiter at a restaurant disgusted at guy who leaves like a 2 buck tip. Dirty look says "Prick ,if u weren't born in a bin,you'd leave at least a twenty and stick this coin you've apparently left for me, up your miserly ass".

2)Dude expecting his buddy to pass a fag he's been sucking on since the past 240 seconds and 21 puffs..look says "gimme the goddamn cigarette,no one ever needs an entire one at any point of time;n we are buddies,I'd never allow you to do anything dangerous and stupid.....alone"

3)Student in class to prof who's overshot time by a good 5 mins...."Chill out Mr.,both you and I know neither of us is having any exceptional fun;so instead of pissing me off and getting pissed off seeing that I'm pissed off, why don't you kindly piss off right now?

4)Guy to girl not getting any action..."You're nowhere as hot as a biyach I'd choose to bang with the money I'm spending on you,yet I can't even second base you"...(dirty look may include a lecherous gaze at the girl's D cups,provided she has them;if she doesn't,she may reciprocate with a dirty look of her own:"You know you're a BIG fool for dating me,don't you?")

5)Finally my personal favorite; Sober chap to drunk chap.."Damn,you're drunk,aren't you?"..again,reciprocation possible.."Get the fuck out of my way or else I will chop your fuckin balls off"

Any situations you can think off will be greatly appreciated and greeted with dirty looks ("Wow, this dickhead fancies himself a smartass")

Happy dirty lookin' !!!!!

Where eagles dare

A pin prick is all it takes,
To get me from high to low,
Though it brought me to senses,
I wish it had been slow
The speed with which it did,
Didn't make me cry out in pain,
But it did set me brooding,
About how all those highs were in vain
Blood oozes out,the river of life,
And takes away a part of mine,
I close my eyes and say a prayer,
That I'll get through,that I'll be fine
I look ahead and see a road,
But the lights on it flicker and die,
Forced to accept my fate I stand,
I do not smile,nor do I sigh
Just as I am about to turn and leave,
Something within me lights up and says,
Do not stop fighting,do not give up,
Your fire shall light your ways
I trust the voice and love its sound,
Miraculously fueled by it's fury,
Now I know,now I am convinced,
I am my master,and my own jury
The inferno within wells up mighty,
And lights the road to god knows where,
But I smile and look to the skies,
For I know I shall dare where eagles dare.