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.