Here we go again,
Surrounded by the blooming violets,
Warmth from the rising sun,
Blazing our tender hearts
Felling restless stuck in this,
Passionate moment of love,
Our hearts begin to flutter,
Like soaring doves
As we stroll through the jealous grass,
Along the crystals seeping through the ridges,
With the wanton breeze flaying your hair,
Moving towards the oaken shade amongst the lilies
Lying here in your arms,
Amongst the teasing dew drops,
I find a home long lost,
And a life long forgotten
Your touch is what makes me feel alive,
Your presence is the smile on my face,
Lost in those eyes, I forget the world,
Deep I look and there lies my beating heart
Frozen in this moment,
I felt I lived forever,
Your love being the reason,
Making my existence a life
Friday, November 17, 2006
Monday, August 22, 2005
Warmth from a crimson memory..
THE HAZY IMAGE OF THE STREET,
WITH THE CLOUDS WEEPING ON THE WINDOW,
RESTLESS FLICKERING NEON SIGNBOARD,
LIGHTING UP THE ROOM SCARLET RED
SYMBOLIC OF MY THOUGHTS,
FILLED WITH CRIMSON ROSES,
I MOVE INTO RUFFELED BED,
FEELING HER WARMTH STILL
I MISS HER SOOTHING TOUCH,
AND HER LOVELY SOFT VOICE,
AS I SIGH A DEEP BREATH,
HER SCENT FILLS INSIDE ME
THE PATTERING ON THE ATTIC,
FROM THE DRIPPING ROOF,
BRINGS ME BACK AROUND,
TO THE CRIMSON LIT ROOM
A SMILE CREASES MY FACE,
AND I FEEL SO CONTENT,
LIFE HAS TURNED INTO A DREAM,
AND I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP…
WITH THE CLOUDS WEEPING ON THE WINDOW,
RESTLESS FLICKERING NEON SIGNBOARD,
LIGHTING UP THE ROOM SCARLET RED
SYMBOLIC OF MY THOUGHTS,
FILLED WITH CRIMSON ROSES,
I MOVE INTO RUFFELED BED,
FEELING HER WARMTH STILL
I MISS HER SOOTHING TOUCH,
AND HER LOVELY SOFT VOICE,
AS I SIGH A DEEP BREATH,
HER SCENT FILLS INSIDE ME
THE PATTERING ON THE ATTIC,
FROM THE DRIPPING ROOF,
BRINGS ME BACK AROUND,
TO THE CRIMSON LIT ROOM
A SMILE CREASES MY FACE,
AND I FEEL SO CONTENT,
LIFE HAS TURNED INTO A DREAM,
AND I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP…
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
TEAR’S IN SAND
Just as another tear drop,
Falls on the sand,
Lost like the others,
Without a smear
Dry gusts blowing dust,
And the merciless sunlight,
Beating down on me,
Like thorns piercing my skin,
Looking back now,
At a life, led in vain,
With no left to love,
And a trail of pain
As I lie there feeling numb,
A smile creases my face,
Knowing its time to let go,
And embrace the darkness
Fear of the unknown,
Now ceases to haunt,
As I close my eyes,
Without any one to bid adieu….
Falls on the sand,
Lost like the others,
Without a smear
Dry gusts blowing dust,
And the merciless sunlight,
Beating down on me,
Like thorns piercing my skin,
Looking back now,
At a life, led in vain,
With no left to love,
And a trail of pain
As I lie there feeling numb,
A smile creases my face,
Knowing its time to let go,
And embrace the darkness
Fear of the unknown,
Now ceases to haunt,
As I close my eyes,
Without any one to bid adieu….
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Solitude
Watching the crimson sunset,
I realize another day has passed,
Adding just another speck,
In the blur of memories,
Strolling back to my abode,
Dragging my leaden feet,
I shudder in the cold breeze,
Mocking my states of misery,
Walking through the carved door,
Erie silence greets me,
My eyes wander upon the wall,
Staring back was a shade of my younger self
Running relentlessly behind his goals,
Realizing somewhere along the ways,
That there was no reason to succeed,
Without having somewhere to share it
This solitude has awakened me,
Making me realize,
The value of the person,
Whom you had evaded
This feeling of abeyance,
Is making me uneasy,
With out any to hold my hand,
I am lost in the blackness
I see a glimmer at a distance,
Giving me another chance,
To give my life a meaning,
But I must first let go……
I realize another day has passed,
Adding just another speck,
In the blur of memories,
Strolling back to my abode,
Dragging my leaden feet,
I shudder in the cold breeze,
Mocking my states of misery,
Walking through the carved door,
Erie silence greets me,
My eyes wander upon the wall,
Staring back was a shade of my younger self
Running relentlessly behind his goals,
Realizing somewhere along the ways,
That there was no reason to succeed,
Without having somewhere to share it
This solitude has awakened me,
Making me realize,
The value of the person,
Whom you had evaded
This feeling of abeyance,
Is making me uneasy,
With out any to hold my hand,
I am lost in the blackness
I see a glimmer at a distance,
Giving me another chance,
To give my life a meaning,
But I must first let go……
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Facade of sorts....
The shrill siren slicing through the silence may not be enough to wake up the dead, but unfortunately I was just sleeping. Wishing the reason for the nuisance was a fire, which would hopefully engulf the block in a spontaneous combustion, I buried my head in the pillow. Who was I kidding, the stupid Russian clock kept shrieking till I slapped it on the head. Now in my senses I was pondering on my train of thought earlier, seemed kind of crazy, but what the hell, who thinks straight in the morning anyway.
It was another lethargic chilly morning, showing signs of a perpetual winter. The shades let streaks of light into the oppressive little motel room. Making the suspended particles in the air seem like gold dust. Ya sure I thought, how symbolic, Just like everything else around me now a days, this too appears to be precious on first sight. I could feel it now; this was going to be one of those days where my subconscious self would not refrain from offering his critical opinion on everything. I once again decide to keep off heavy drinking, just like the million others all over, who do this more often than brushing their teeth in the morning. Come on we all are stuck with our habits aren’t we…
My hazy vision now rested on the tattered calendar on the once yellow and now scuffed and brown wall. It was the 16th, and the red fell pen circle reminded me of the significance of the day. This was my wake up call and all the webs in the head cleared. Two week stay in this cubbyhole and all the work I put in accumulated to this day. The clock on the floor showed quarter to nine, through its spidered glass pane. It was time to get ready…….
The jeweled Rolex showed eleven on my glove-covered hand, as I walked on the stone pavement lining the narrow streets. I was feeling a bit off. As the expression goes, I could felt the butterflies in my stomach or was it the bad oyster I had yesterday night. Who cares for the cause, I just felt uncomfortable at this moment. I tried to keep my pace as normal as I could amongst the multitude of people flooding the street. Slippery surface and the icy gust were not helping the cause at all.
My destination like most of the people was a block away. It was a big day in this small town of Desmount. You see it’s not everyday that president of the country visits a destination mainly know for its fishing festivals and beer contests. Not everyone had the knowledge that his highness was scouting for a new territory of the upcoming elections after the sharp decent in popularity within his present constitution following his sex scandal. Politicians I tell you, disgust me to the core. I have been on the wrong side of many serial killers and spies in my career. But at least they have a reason for what they do. At least they think that they do, if u get what I mean. But most of these filthy hypocrites will do more damage to humanity than all the serial killers of the world put together, specially the one on display today.
As I got closer to the designated arena I could hear the echoes from the public amps and the steady cheering from the crowd. The show had already begun; I guess the protagonist had come on time for a change. Not surprising I guess, don’t we all put in that special effort when we stand to gain from something. Now the grounds came to view. Bustling with the eager crowd, like bees surrounding their queen in a hive. Florescent jerseys of the law outlined the arena and the entrance. As I got closer I saw that it was the mayor on the podium starting his speech. Well that meant that my hungry stomach will have to wait a bit longer. I proceeded to the police barricade at the entrance. I went and joined the endless line of idiots wishing to get their faces on the national television and the ones pretending to fulfill the duty of being a responsible citizen. At the gate I got frisked by an young cop trying to show that his lack of facial hair had no connection to his sternness. I hate being frisked, I mean why can’t they use some x-ray contraption or some cute chick. Every time a darn cop gets his hands on my rather private areas I feel like sticking on e in him on the spot. But then again I feel sorry for him just thinking how many palaces he has to stick his hand for the sake of his job. I will prefer my job to his any day, at least there is no contact in what I do, no direct contact that is…….
I had surveyed these grounds a million times and studied the various entry and exit points to the place. Really got to say that this is a Assassin’s paradise indeed. So many angles for achieving success and countless exit points and to top it all a local law and order system which to say the least was as lost as a teenage year old girl trying to cope up with her busts to filling out. Actually this was one of the many reasons for choosing this small town. The very low presence of media and a weak local law presence were ideal. No way would the president be brought to such high-risk areas under normal circumstances. But a shaky senate and sex scandals can propel any government into desperate measures. More often than not in such cases the boys in suits are called to work a miracle, kind of symbolic to calling garbage cleaner when the locality stinks of badly disposed trash. Well ladies and gentlemen ….kazzaam….
I slowly moved through the deranged crowd to the left of the stage next to the projector screens. This put me in position for the set piece, just like the various pieces before a checkmate. Well judging from the scene on stage it would take another five minutes before the clown would show up with his grinning face. I surveyed the official camera crew they were directly over my left shoulder on the scaffolding. The rest were confined behind the stage waiting for the post function meeting. The chill in the wind made me a bit uneasy. I touched my latex skin mask just behind the ear and adjusted my matt finish aviators again. Well this real life play has begun and I was just another actor kind of in the literal sense waiting for my queue to enter the limelight. I looked up on stage and just then the mayor said “now we have the president….” . Well I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands trying to build some blood flow into my arms.
There stood the president fifty yards in front of me to the right. He was wearing a dark grey Armani suit and the national flag on the collar like cherry on an Ice cream Sunday. Actually a better analogy according to me would be a make up used to cover a prostitute’s face but that’s not important for now. Well he started his speech in his confidant second hand car salesman manner, which by the way was one of his prior occupations. The g-men on the stage started to come a bit forward and surveying the crowd in their typical manner, which would lead any sane person to a conclusion that half of the statue of liberty was right up his you know what. The chief of staff sitting on the extreme left got up and walked off stage. This was it, the game had begun….
I walked towards the stage slowly. The g-man standing near the barricade saw me moving towards him and he unbuttoned his jackets middle button and him hand disappeared to his holster. I kept on moving towards the stage. Just as I reached close to him he fished out a Remington .22 with a sawed barrel and placed it in my hand discreetly. I looked towards stage and saw g-men had their eyes in my direction. I mean cant these idiots do anything right. I had strictly instructed the chief that there should be no signs of recognition, but what the hell it was too late now.
Just as per the plan, men blocking the stairs moved away to help in crowd control. I rushed on to stage unchallenged to the shock of the mayor and other people seated. I fished out my piece and pointed in the president’s direction. The fool looked in my direction and froze. I guess the element of shock was the reason he did not wet himself on national television then and there. I saw the suits moving franticly to cover the president. I squeezed of a shot and almost simultaneously heard one more being fired. The impact took me off my feet and crashed me on to the carpeted floor of the stage. I was soon surrounded by the suits pinning me to the ground and shouting orders as per procedure. They lifted me on a stretcher and put me in the back of ambulance..
When a hot piece of hard lead enters your soft body, it is not exactly as pleasurable as other well know penetrations if u get what I am saying. Especially if it hits you in the chest, it is not at all pretty. Firstly the pellet shatters your ribs and chest cartilage kind of similar to you braking and egg. Then it pries open your lungs and leaves a hole filled with burnt membrane and smashed cartilage. Blood oozing from the ruptured vessels will soon start filling your punctured lungs and the secreted lymph just add to the mixture. Well simple way to say it is, you drown I your own blood.
Well I guess these were the symptoms I was supposed to feel. What I actually felt was a thud on my ribs caused by the blank round on the bulletproof vest. Just the thought of taking one more slug even with my bulletproof jacket scared the hell out of me, without one was out of the question for sure. I lie there in that ambulance with the g-men surrounding me waiting for me to get rid of the mask and change into a similar suit. Well the job was over and for a change I did not have blood on my hands.
I was sitting in the cabin of the director in the head quarters the following day. The papers read “PRESIDENT ESCAPES ATTEMPT ON LIFE, ASSASSIN SHOT DEAD”. The director turned to me and said “too bad we needed to get our president some sympathy votes. That son of bitch leading the opposition is more harmful to our working. Anyways another good job son. Tell me, How does it feel not killing someone for a change …...”
It was another lethargic chilly morning, showing signs of a perpetual winter. The shades let streaks of light into the oppressive little motel room. Making the suspended particles in the air seem like gold dust. Ya sure I thought, how symbolic, Just like everything else around me now a days, this too appears to be precious on first sight. I could feel it now; this was going to be one of those days where my subconscious self would not refrain from offering his critical opinion on everything. I once again decide to keep off heavy drinking, just like the million others all over, who do this more often than brushing their teeth in the morning. Come on we all are stuck with our habits aren’t we…
My hazy vision now rested on the tattered calendar on the once yellow and now scuffed and brown wall. It was the 16th, and the red fell pen circle reminded me of the significance of the day. This was my wake up call and all the webs in the head cleared. Two week stay in this cubbyhole and all the work I put in accumulated to this day. The clock on the floor showed quarter to nine, through its spidered glass pane. It was time to get ready…….
The jeweled Rolex showed eleven on my glove-covered hand, as I walked on the stone pavement lining the narrow streets. I was feeling a bit off. As the expression goes, I could felt the butterflies in my stomach or was it the bad oyster I had yesterday night. Who cares for the cause, I just felt uncomfortable at this moment. I tried to keep my pace as normal as I could amongst the multitude of people flooding the street. Slippery surface and the icy gust were not helping the cause at all.
My destination like most of the people was a block away. It was a big day in this small town of Desmount. You see it’s not everyday that president of the country visits a destination mainly know for its fishing festivals and beer contests. Not everyone had the knowledge that his highness was scouting for a new territory of the upcoming elections after the sharp decent in popularity within his present constitution following his sex scandal. Politicians I tell you, disgust me to the core. I have been on the wrong side of many serial killers and spies in my career. But at least they have a reason for what they do. At least they think that they do, if u get what I mean. But most of these filthy hypocrites will do more damage to humanity than all the serial killers of the world put together, specially the one on display today.
As I got closer to the designated arena I could hear the echoes from the public amps and the steady cheering from the crowd. The show had already begun; I guess the protagonist had come on time for a change. Not surprising I guess, don’t we all put in that special effort when we stand to gain from something. Now the grounds came to view. Bustling with the eager crowd, like bees surrounding their queen in a hive. Florescent jerseys of the law outlined the arena and the entrance. As I got closer I saw that it was the mayor on the podium starting his speech. Well that meant that my hungry stomach will have to wait a bit longer. I proceeded to the police barricade at the entrance. I went and joined the endless line of idiots wishing to get their faces on the national television and the ones pretending to fulfill the duty of being a responsible citizen. At the gate I got frisked by an young cop trying to show that his lack of facial hair had no connection to his sternness. I hate being frisked, I mean why can’t they use some x-ray contraption or some cute chick. Every time a darn cop gets his hands on my rather private areas I feel like sticking on e in him on the spot. But then again I feel sorry for him just thinking how many palaces he has to stick his hand for the sake of his job. I will prefer my job to his any day, at least there is no contact in what I do, no direct contact that is…….
I had surveyed these grounds a million times and studied the various entry and exit points to the place. Really got to say that this is a Assassin’s paradise indeed. So many angles for achieving success and countless exit points and to top it all a local law and order system which to say the least was as lost as a teenage year old girl trying to cope up with her busts to filling out. Actually this was one of the many reasons for choosing this small town. The very low presence of media and a weak local law presence were ideal. No way would the president be brought to such high-risk areas under normal circumstances. But a shaky senate and sex scandals can propel any government into desperate measures. More often than not in such cases the boys in suits are called to work a miracle, kind of symbolic to calling garbage cleaner when the locality stinks of badly disposed trash. Well ladies and gentlemen ….kazzaam….
I slowly moved through the deranged crowd to the left of the stage next to the projector screens. This put me in position for the set piece, just like the various pieces before a checkmate. Well judging from the scene on stage it would take another five minutes before the clown would show up with his grinning face. I surveyed the official camera crew they were directly over my left shoulder on the scaffolding. The rest were confined behind the stage waiting for the post function meeting. The chill in the wind made me a bit uneasy. I touched my latex skin mask just behind the ear and adjusted my matt finish aviators again. Well this real life play has begun and I was just another actor kind of in the literal sense waiting for my queue to enter the limelight. I looked up on stage and just then the mayor said “now we have the president….” . Well I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands trying to build some blood flow into my arms.
There stood the president fifty yards in front of me to the right. He was wearing a dark grey Armani suit and the national flag on the collar like cherry on an Ice cream Sunday. Actually a better analogy according to me would be a make up used to cover a prostitute’s face but that’s not important for now. Well he started his speech in his confidant second hand car salesman manner, which by the way was one of his prior occupations. The g-men on the stage started to come a bit forward and surveying the crowd in their typical manner, which would lead any sane person to a conclusion that half of the statue of liberty was right up his you know what. The chief of staff sitting on the extreme left got up and walked off stage. This was it, the game had begun….
I walked towards the stage slowly. The g-man standing near the barricade saw me moving towards him and he unbuttoned his jackets middle button and him hand disappeared to his holster. I kept on moving towards the stage. Just as I reached close to him he fished out a Remington .22 with a sawed barrel and placed it in my hand discreetly. I looked towards stage and saw g-men had their eyes in my direction. I mean cant these idiots do anything right. I had strictly instructed the chief that there should be no signs of recognition, but what the hell it was too late now.
Just as per the plan, men blocking the stairs moved away to help in crowd control. I rushed on to stage unchallenged to the shock of the mayor and other people seated. I fished out my piece and pointed in the president’s direction. The fool looked in my direction and froze. I guess the element of shock was the reason he did not wet himself on national television then and there. I saw the suits moving franticly to cover the president. I squeezed of a shot and almost simultaneously heard one more being fired. The impact took me off my feet and crashed me on to the carpeted floor of the stage. I was soon surrounded by the suits pinning me to the ground and shouting orders as per procedure. They lifted me on a stretcher and put me in the back of ambulance..
When a hot piece of hard lead enters your soft body, it is not exactly as pleasurable as other well know penetrations if u get what I am saying. Especially if it hits you in the chest, it is not at all pretty. Firstly the pellet shatters your ribs and chest cartilage kind of similar to you braking and egg. Then it pries open your lungs and leaves a hole filled with burnt membrane and smashed cartilage. Blood oozing from the ruptured vessels will soon start filling your punctured lungs and the secreted lymph just add to the mixture. Well simple way to say it is, you drown I your own blood.
Well I guess these were the symptoms I was supposed to feel. What I actually felt was a thud on my ribs caused by the blank round on the bulletproof vest. Just the thought of taking one more slug even with my bulletproof jacket scared the hell out of me, without one was out of the question for sure. I lie there in that ambulance with the g-men surrounding me waiting for me to get rid of the mask and change into a similar suit. Well the job was over and for a change I did not have blood on my hands.
I was sitting in the cabin of the director in the head quarters the following day. The papers read “PRESIDENT ESCAPES ATTEMPT ON LIFE, ASSASSIN SHOT DEAD”. The director turned to me and said “too bad we needed to get our president some sympathy votes. That son of bitch leading the opposition is more harmful to our working. Anyways another good job son. Tell me, How does it feel not killing someone for a change …...”
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
THE WALL
Kiss from the red leather,
Still burning my skin,
As I rise up again,
Amidst the thousand pupils
Hostile faces mocking me,
Waiting to see me abate,
I clench my teeth in agony,
Hiding the pain within
Deifying roar of thousands,
Die on my ears now,
And The blaze from the lights,
Don’t seem to hurt anymore
All I can see ahead,
Is a task I have to fulfill,
Standing before my destiny,
Is a regime of green men
Burden of a million hearts,
No longer weigh my shoulders,
As I shake away the haze,
And come to my senses again
Succeeding is no longer a option,
It just became a necessity,
Prayer’s from a million houses,
Giving strength to my heart
I am now the wall,
Which will never give away,
As I stand tall and proud,
Protecting a million hearts
Still burning my skin,
As I rise up again,
Amidst the thousand pupils
Hostile faces mocking me,
Waiting to see me abate,
I clench my teeth in agony,
Hiding the pain within
Deifying roar of thousands,
Die on my ears now,
And The blaze from the lights,
Don’t seem to hurt anymore
All I can see ahead,
Is a task I have to fulfill,
Standing before my destiny,
Is a regime of green men
Burden of a million hearts,
No longer weigh my shoulders,
As I shake away the haze,
And come to my senses again
Succeeding is no longer a option,
It just became a necessity,
Prayer’s from a million houses,
Giving strength to my heart
I am now the wall,
Which will never give away,
As I stand tall and proud,
Protecting a million hearts
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
