The Woman beside

	I woke up one morning to the smell of tea
	A gentle hand awakening me
	A voice crying my name comes out aloud
	5 minutes mom i reply in a shout

	Somehow the world revolved and I sit ready
	Eating breakfast when i get hit by a cherry
	Glaring at the figure sitting opposite to me
	my sister bared her nails awaiting the melee

	As i step out to work, I frown in tension
	Work, work , work when do i get my pension
	Five minutes in my phone begins to sing
	What sweet pleasure indeed that true love brings


	Amongst the shadowy play of lights in the day
	There creeps in this thought of simple delight
	A special day for the ones who completes me
	Mom, sis and my dear little pixie

	For all the white hair 
	you have granted me
	The world lies incomplete 
	without the sight of thee

The Man of No Work & The Lady of Tomorrow

Amidst the last golden rays

On the beads of sands made yesterday

Trod the weary thief of everyday

Tinted glasses reflecting the scars of today

 

His blade hidden beneath the silk

Satin to touch but death it will bring

All hope will be lost at his very touch

Nothing but fear shall cascade

 

Behind his shadow trudges another

All clad in red,

A unicorn signet around her neck

His only need, a true loves duet

 

If they should meet

Under the blooming moon, when the stars align and fade to gray

A foretold event will ring the two

And to heavens they will disappear

The Man who has no Time

Well in the begining it was quick little thing

The seats were stained but what a fling

A document signed when the signs began to show

One and one is equal to three,, thats real world you know

Thus began the tale of the Man who has no time

 

He was quite short , lot of noise and lot of farts

Headaches he brought like sweet ambrosia from the gods

No love was shown when duty was the job

A smile would sparkle on rare occassions

You see 'the man who has no time' was still human

 

But it all ended one day

The day he recieved accolades

" You will do well my son, You will become a successful man.

You are filled with talent and the stars you will find!!"

To reach the stars he began to bleed from his wrist

 

Each moment was a race,to reach the next moment of bliss

If a praise went unclaimed, he shouted out to the world

"Hey!!.. appluad me, Success is the name of my family"

The clock on his wrist bled, for it could turn but one way

Nothing more could be added to the 24 hours in a day

 

The man who has no time did not understand what was happening

The present was still and never ended,

Time flew like there was no yesterday

His name was on everyones lips , his life on a screen to view

The wheel of time churned a pattern that he knew

 

One day by accident the bleeding stopped

A wrong call on the markets and everything was lost

From name and fame to his bleeding wristwatch

Behind bars of the law he stood, lost in today

There was still no yesterday

 

It is the answer one searches to find

that awakens some kind of madness in the mind

when some random person from the million around 

Asks you the question of how life is going to run this time around 

Frankly, answering this feels like a waste of time especially if your a man who has no time.

 

He slipped and dodged without a wrist watch

Deeds he did to make sure that the time was spent

Till the time ran dry and a thread was cut

The pattern will never to be forgotten but seldom remembered 

will always be a part of the weave of the Man who has no time.

7 Days of Liquor : Vassal

The Vassal

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The music boomed in the background, the world turned blood red as the fiery water filled the glass he was holding. Sober jake was having his tenth shot of whiskey after three rounds of shooters and couple of shots of tequila or was it the seventh shot of whiskey after.... ahh who can count. Tonight was a good night to get drunk and screw the world.

The spinning world and lights would have made even a sane man catch an epileptic fit but somehow two twinkling eyes caught his eye. The blood that pounded his head remembered the other thinking organ and a voice spoke inside , "Lucky is that woman who has caught my sight."

It was warm, uncomfortably warm, as if someone had decided to suck out all the air in the room. Cursed be the creature that switched of the air conditioning.Suddenly Jake felt stifled as if he was caught under a mud slide of human bodies, cracking open his eyes he saw a dream. What a dream it was, to wake up in a bed with three beautiful women... hmm.. Three beautiful woman .. me .. a bed....the sweat and heat..AHH!!!..

A naked form lept from the bed as if a deadly snake had been under the sheets. Panting and shaking in disbelief the figure walked into the wash. Splashing water over his face, he stared at his own reflection in the mirror." I am Jacob Sullivan, junior consultant at Ram and Heart. A peaceful quiet weak and insipid soul who refrains from excessiveness. How did i..."

A ringing phone broke his thought, a sleepy sexy hello was heard from the bedroom... " Hey loverboy.. its for you!"

Walking with trepidation Jake picked the phone from the hot zombie naked goths' outstretched arms. So caught  in the act of the girl falling back into lifelessness was he, that he nearly missed out the heavy metal scream that erupted from the other end of the line..." LOVERRBOY~!!!!... where the hell are you Jake??? What have you been upto??? I have been worried sick since yesterday about you and some girl calling you loverboy picks your phone?? Where are you..." 

"Ahh.... who is this?? ", came a quiet question from the wistless Jacobs mouth

"WHAT!!! WHO IS THIS???? What the fuck??? You cant even recognise your own girlfriend?? Its me Sheryn.Where the hell are you?? I know the situation at work was screwed up but this is the limit. Dont call me and dont talk with me..We are done!!"

The dying click seemed to bring peace back to the world, for a second, then the residual memory of a life beyond last night arouse and suddenly the hell seemed to be a heavenlier place to live in than earth.

"Oh Shit!! Sheryn!!"

Hurriedly getting dressed, he felt like he was forgetting something big like what had exactly happened at work?? How did he get into bed with three hot girls?? But everything seemed secondary to getting back with Sheryn and making sure his home planet was still Earth by begging her forgiveness and maybe convice her that he just happened to be naked in a room with couple of girls and that nothing had happened.

Sweat at his brows and palm over the door knob, a quiet voice stopped him.

" Where are you heading twice born?? ", the goth spoke from under the sheets

"Ah.. hmm..I need to go meet my girlfriend.. we kinda had a.."

"Alright.. but dont forget to take the bottle, a vassal gets thirstier than a normal man"

"Vassal? What do you mean.. I am not...."

"The bottle is beside the dressing table..", said the sleepy voice as it slid back under the covers cutting any further communication.

Picking up an ordinary looking bottle of Jack, Jake wondered about what she meant by twice born.Exiting the room one word kept coming back to his mind.. 'Vassal'.

Just me

There are lines pretty guys tell pretty girls sometimes,

It goes something like ,

'Oh Sweet lil girl,

you make everything go pink...

I am just a guy who usually swears and drinks.

But if you walk in two steps towards me,

I am sure i will be twice as blessed,

cause the smile you carry

can surely cure me and..

Make me think about the bliss of heaven above,

and committing sins that satan would absolve.

A girl, pure of heart would reply

'Tee hee hee... i dont understand half the words you tell,

but it was so sweet. Thank you.. :)

A girl ,who was really a vixen inside, would reply,

'Tee hee hee... hey pretty boy,

do you have no more words to tell,

if you have tounge, here are some numbers,

give me a ring and we'll talk about your blunders.'

Experience matters, both personally and proffessionally,

It is the vixens that men crave, cause the heart is something

that can break.

The faster we harden our souls,

The better we seem suited to this world.

I care not about you and me.

But tis much more lonlier when i think of just me

To Anti or not..Christ thats tough

Morning sunshine, it was just another dreary day,

Why come out at all, When stars all fade to grey

Give me a bullet to dine on.

At least my stomach will be full.

My mind at rest and a smile to test

The ravages of time and some endless pain.

- Anonymous (the early days of the holocaust)

The light was bright and beautiful girls serenaded, it was hard to keep a pure thought in one’s mind. Especially for a man who has been compared to the Eiffel tower. The world is not clean, it is a very dirty place and right now i feel like the fungus that seems to grow beneath all this filth. Who am i you ask? Well to find out you would need to read on further.

I guess that’s enough suspense, my name is Nimrod , cool isn’t it! . My mom picked it from the bible and in a way a hunter i have been. As from above you can clearly see that i am not much of a writer, people read what other people wrote cause it sells sex, action and drama, i am guessing the average chump doesn’t get much of any of the above and I guess what i am going to write has all that’s needed to be a best seller but then again who reads these days. Anyways this is my letter in a bottle; let the finder hopefully save his soul.

Things are different today from the past, world war three went by and some wacko alien have come from nowhere telling us that they are the messengers of god. A billion people died over that argument. Thousands died when god was on paper and on the tube and on the net. What did one expect when a real live representative came down from hell? Don’t get me wrong , i am not an atheist but i have a low tolerance limit in the bull shit department, call it my experiments with truth but I had no idea how far the rabbit hole led.

I am an actor by profession when acting was a profession. Send couple of N-bombs and the dudes from way above and we got a recipe that makes global warming seem like an itch on the ass. How am i still alive? i don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with my mojo, throughout my life i have been lucky.. Very lucky. A lucky number seven pops down anytime opportunity strikes, well at least that was my belief. The paradigm one sets up always seems to find a way of changing depending on circumstances.

I dislike men in general.. we lie, we cheat, we kill. We don’t mind sleeping with the devil just to get a fix for a night. I sold my soul to the devil, a lot of people are going to die because of me. Why? Because I’m good at it, I am so good at lying that it becomes the truth. Magic isn’t it. People say that only a diamond can cut another diamond and here i am, to rid the world of poverty, despair, hunger and war.

It started out all innocently, this was before the war and before those aliens came, I was a small time actor working his way up. At one of those parties that the big and famous love throwing, i met Alexander, Colonel Alexander, his phish posh and rotund donkey’s voice gnawed my nerves. But what can an actor do but tread the boards carefully and hope not to stumble down. Also at the party was Lieutenant Colonel Ying Yang, a pretty nice chap considering he was schizophrenic. Well Nimrod the hunter was looking for a prey; one does often find tender meat on sirens and banshee’s at these kinds of parties.

Sighting a prey of my liking, i moved in for the kill. But in my haste, I did not see the waiter carrying the sauerkraut and champagne come my way until the last minute. A quick stumble and a miniature catapult with all the nutrition a size zero model would need was flung into the air. I sighted the trajectory and noted a schizophrenic on its path. A small bang , a tinkling of broken glass and a weird singing noise filled the air (i gathered that was Chinese later on after the party, just for notes sake I knew there was no language called Chinese but i could not make out the difference between Cantonese and mandarin so Chinese it remains).

Well it wouldn’t have been too bad but all of a sudden a donkey started braying next to me. Mr Ying turned to give a baleful stare and i tried my best ‘he did it!’ look. ( It later dawned on me that by mysterious acrobatic circumstances and rotation of the earth , i had managed to land upright in a completely innocent bystander location next to the guffawing Mr Alexander at whose feet was lying the waiter who would rather be buried right there than get up and face the consequences.)

I was unsure whether it was the look or the alignment of the crime scene or perhaps both that led to two molars being lost, a broken nose and a bloodied eye. Army men will be army men, violent beasts. At least i got my prey and it turned out she was neither a siren nor a banshee but a witch whose father had a lot of money. I was in love.

Later i heard that the two army men became the Secretary of defence of their respective countries and perhaps remembering the past decided to play a little missile game. I would have said oopsie daisies but then again, was I really at fault? All I did was give a little look. I let my heart rest in peace in the amazingly huge underground shelter that my obscenely rich father -in-law had made for his family.

Tired of the war and loss of business to the beautiful parts of the world that one would not be able to visit for the next 700 million years, and the ever present fear of mutant zombies from the umbrella corporation coming out of these parts; businessmen and traders all over the word decided to hold peace talks. Needless to say my in law was a part of this mission, as his health wasn’t as good as usual (some radiation poisoning or something after visiting his warehouse ) I joined him to give emotional strength (whatever that means) and stand in for him in the multitude of social function that the Chinese faction had planned. My beautiful wife was carrying our fifth child (someone had to start repopulating the world and i was doing my duty) and could not join our little enterprise.

To keep the story short, i went on another hunt and it seemed it was a wife or a mistress of a very important member. Did i mention my relationship to the Eiffel tower? Anyways two weeks later a deal was signed and people started singing glory hallelujah! to my name. Well which actor would not love applause, I didn’t know what the big deal was but hey.... if people believed that i saved the world while I didn’t even raise my hands to do anything ( ok maybe i used it a couple of times) whom am I to go dash their dreams.

After that venture it seems my name was put forward as a candidate for the UN General Secretary position, the nuclear war threw a lot of power towards the UN and I guess they were thinking whom better to give than the dude who tamed the dragon. I nearly broke down laughing when i first heard this... me a worthless bastard as the ruler of the world.. where did all the wise and sane people of the world disappear too? But I am an actor, so I just held a serious face (it seemed as if I was struck with the Moebius syndrome for an hour or so) and just nodded and lo! I came to be king of the world.

The last decade seem to go on well. I just let the smart people do what they wanted to do. Carved out my empire of pleasure and wealth and the world was at peace until the bloody aliens arrived. They came in peace and had amazing technology and they wanted help us reach the stars beyond the stars and achieve enlightenment that few mortals would deem to find in their entire lifetime. But with it would come doubt and true realisation of what I was. When no war replaces war and when people don’t die of hunger everyday they think that this is heaven and i was their messiah but here comes another messenger promising them a greater heaven what would then become of me.

Doubt is easily sown and people get easily offended, the same turned true with these aliens. Well I am sitting here in my pleasure palace reflecting on how narcissistic I truly am. I received news that the aliens have brought a planet buster along with them. I am not a religious man but I guess I am the abomination that the world was warned to look out for and sadly the only thing i held on to was quintessentially a hope of a better life, maybe I got a little too greedy to the end.

There is an old earth saying’ What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!’ and i hope i don’t commit the same mistakes like I did on earth, on the settlement that this space craft is carrying. As long as we humans adapt and evolve fast enough I believe we’ll outlive cockroaches no matter what problems effervesce into the future. Else we can all cross our fingers and just trust in my mojo.

ACROSS THE RIVER STYX

I await his bony hands,

To lead me to the boat of life,

A boat that drifts

Along the river Styx.

 

                Wonder passes through my mind

                As I see the world and life pass by.

                On stark contrast I suddenly realize

                Pure knowledge, thought and utter thrall!

 

An observer of life I seek to be

And  in the sea of life I dip in between

To enjoy its riches

And to cry in its pain

I seek the eternal truth hidden from me.

 

                And on this wondrous journey I begin

                Seeking through  the heart of truth.

                And in the heart I seek myself

                Perhaps I shall see GOD itself!