Strange, Very strange...!

Slipping through my bedroom door,
the wind she told me the tales of the four,
taking me with her on her floating journey,
she told me the story despised by many.

'twas a sordid and cruel night,
when the four horsemen came in sight,
shooting repugnant looks, with bloody eyes and shining swords,
chaos they brought to the mystic woods, away from the deserted roads.

a helpless family which was savagely murdered,
the children cried while the mother was ravaged and plundered,
marred the helpless fighting father until he died,
beheaded the sorrowing children and then they no longer cried.

their souls still loom large in the woods she told me,
the mystic woods in which she once blew free,
hath now changed, the serenity was lost,
change was due, but why oh! why at the family's cost?

Sickened by the tale, i could hardly fall asleep again,
will no one avenge them? and remove the savage stain?
sadly as i lay with the wind, drifting of to sleep,
the four horsemen, in my dreams did creep.

Scaring the wind and my living wits,
as i found myself in those woods, facing them gits,
"Ye shall not even think about revenge. Mortal!"
"Don't you know us four horsemen, We're Immortal!"

the wind was gone as i lay diddering,
as i gasped and began screaming,
the horsemen laughed as they were heading towards me,
as i hid behind the nearest willow tree,

my fright turned to surprise as i intently listened to the voice form above,
"Hey, you ok? I just heard you scream. belove."
with an almost panting joy i opened my eyes, to find my sweetheart by my side,
her intent gaze told her all, "it was only a nightmare it will subside".

smiling feebly i knew all was Ok, all was fine,
the four horsemen sure did send a shiver down my spine,
the wind she had returned and looked sadly at me,
"if they ever return again remember to head for the ole' willow tree."


Music update - Chapter 24 - Pink floyd (Barrett)

"I don't know why you weren't talking to me, Matt" Amy said as she broke out into a fit of crying at the other end of the phone.
"You spoke to everyone and you just ignored me" she said sobbing uncontrollably. "Do you know how difficult it is for me to come to terms with that?"

Matt was taken aback by the thought of her crying and said "Now Amy i'm really sorry i didn't mean to hurt you so much, you know that don't you? It's just that all these things happening now. I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that you were actually seeing someone else and i really didn't know how to react."

"I know Matt, but you think its easy on my part? I was so heartbroken when you just completely chose to ignore me. Haven't we been friends longer than i even know him? It's just too hard for me and i have to make choices too you know" She said in an almost yearning voice of that of a little girl. Matt just melted, he was never good at putting a harsh front anyway because he knew it would wear off at the slightest hint of pain when he saw it.

"Amy, I am really very sorry please don't cry it's just that i've harboured so many feelings for you and then one day i see your dating someone else. I was bound to get shocked and shattered."

"True Matt, but i really can't convince my heart, besides we'll always be the way we were! It's better being friends you know.. that way i'll never lose you!" Even though that made practical sense. Matt knew it was just a pacifying statement he didn't want to be "Just friends" with her. He adored her lots and knew she was aware of that. He longed to sing her lovely songs, to be there for her when things went wrong. He longed to cuddle up with her and live the intimacy of it all, he wanted to simply give her the best time of her life. They had known each other for almost two years now, yet Matt was sure there was something lacking in how he expressed his feelings because Amy would never know his true feelings for her. Maybe Amy knew, but there was more probablity she didn't and he cursed himself for having not expressed his feelings freely.

He spoke again with a determined and forced tone of good being "Amy, you know what it was very stupid of me to have reacted that way. And please don't cry because i really can't see you cry. I just want you to be happy and since you've made a choice, i know you will be very happy with Tom" He couldn't speak more because his heart was very heavy.

"I didn't mean to cry Matt its just that i was torn between apparent happiness and sadness of having to lose a friend like you" The words pricked Matt yet he was determined to set things right. "Of course Amy, i thought i'd lose you too, Now since your all standing on the thresholds of love and all that. I wish you all the hapiness and joy." He said as he almost smiled out of his grief at the thought of her actually being happy. He really cared for her and maybe he thought, just maybe that he may have loved her though he'd never really acknowledged that.

Amy almost seemed to read his mind from within the silence and not wanting to probe any further said "Thank you so much for understanding Matt you've been such a good friend. We'll always be friends."

"Sure Amy, Goodnight" Matt hung up with her last words pricking him deeply. But he knew, they both knew, that things would never be the same again. As Matt lay in his bed on that cruel moonlit night remembering all the good times and almost cried. For if sadness engulfed this part of the moonlit town, happiness danced and made merry in the other. As he wished her all the goodness from his heavy, broken heart and drifted off to a healing sleep.

I've been tagged by illusion. To list out the things i hate.
Here it is, in no particular order at all...

• Superficiality. Just can't stand the types cos it makes me sick, even being around them watching them put up their act.
  
• Social gatherings. Being dragged by your parents for so called "important" gatherings. Aaah how i hate that i'd rather just be with myself than go be another addition to the social gallery.
• Monotony. Life ceases to be fun when your a slave to the same routine everyday. I consciously try to break out as much as possible.. keeps me flowing that way!
• Party poopers. Often these kinda people just come into a room filled with laughter and fun and spoil it all by just opening thier mouth (to either abuse or say something which just fucks the fun.) I'd rather have these people hung upside down on steep rocky cliff with no one around it for miles. lol
• Relationships. Ok, so i may come across as commitment phobic. But only because i feel clogged, held back, chained just being in one, unless i'm really in love with that person. Apart from that i'd rather just keep it casual.
• Unstable people. The kinds who need constant approval for all their actions. Rather crack in their way of talking and being so dependent that they leave you suffocated and gasping for air. Get a life or spare me!
• People who claim to know you. Cos those who do don't claim.
• Dumb Ranters. The kind who have no clue what they're talking about but do so anyway. Often diverting from the conversation itself and not knowing where they're heading themselves. sheeesh!
• Being judged. 'nuff said.
• Power struggles. People in it often complicating matters for themselves and everyone around them.
  
• Reality tv show winners and their "makeovers". (Read Indian idol, Fame gurukul and crap like that) As if they've been dipped in 100% makeover solution. Often not resembling their old selves at all. Pre-decided shite.
• Budgeting. I suck at it. Infact, the times i actually try to manage my resources. i often spend more in a sudden burst from being held back for not more than 2-3 days i think.
• Having to justify actions. Only when its for small petty things. I mean fuck off asshole! If you cant control your flute then don't dish out snakes.
• Compromising Freedom. I jsut hate it when i have to compromise my freedom and my space for others to have a ride on it. Nor do i find the concept of (indian, usually) parents trying to govern our lives at a certain point of time, very alluring.
  
• Having to wake up.
  "Please don't spoil my day
  I'm miles away
  And after all
  I'm only sleeping " - I'm only sleeping - The Beatles.
• Departure of close friends. I Just never seem to be able to handle these times properly.
  
  

I'd prolly have more small things to say but this should suffice.

Now on to tagging other people...

1. Rohit talwar
2. Nafiza
3. Triplesix
4. Enemy of the republic
5. Sujay
6. Twisted noggin
7. Criminal English
8. Smart Oxymoron
   

The violent currents,
the cool sea breeze,
the slippery sands,
the remiscent waters,

a thought comes by,
while the birds fly,
sixty-six fifty,
du weti du weti chi.

watercolour marks,
a couple handful barks,
oil n brush stroke,
they ALL went broke.

the thoughts subside,
when the waves break their tide,
a tender colour the sky wears,
a fancy victim the water craves.

All out! Right now! Go, go, go!
the whistle blower blows an alarming row,
we rush for refuge in the first place we find,
a taxman taxes us over with words unkind.

Heading back out,
with a tea blue mouth,
the waves they simply mock,
while the people vainly talk.



pic courtesy - Charles Oliver

Agent Morph, Draped in the Official Black suit with a gray, tweed overcoat, impeccable form head-to-toe. Long, neatly trimmed side-burns. Black glasses shielding the fiery look in his eyes, storms into the dark, hazy Secret service office with a copy of The Herald. Walks up to the other agents gathered around a neatly laid-out blue print of a secretive plan and slams the paper on the desk. “Now,” says Morph surveying the surprised look of the agents “We’ll never get to executing this.” As he points to the blueprint. The news-paper reads “City Under Conspiracy?”. Waiting for the other agents to speak but resumes when no one speaks. “How do you reckon the press got the whiff of this?” he says talking to no one in particular. “I had advised the Director already about keeping a strong hold on the nosy press.” In a tone that suggested disgust and anger of not having being taken seriously.

The agents were assigned to the secret mission of spreading a newly developed Solstice virus strain, which freezes the coherent ability in subjects and monitor the subjects under close surveillance. So far, they’d implanted the virus in twenty-three subjects and all showed responded positively to the virus in their various different environments. One of the subjects being a state official who was forced to resign because “he started showing Infantile tendencies at work and didn’t have a clue about what he was doing” The reports said. Their next step was to be that of re-programming the subjects into brutal and efficient super agents for the fight against the enemy countries. The subjects were particularly suited, as they would easily pass off as normal people who didn’t have a clue about the extent of damage they were going to unleash. The subjects themselves didn’t have a clue as a matter of fact.

It all seemed fine and perfectly executed by Agent Morph who was a trusted aide to the Director himself, though of late he’d been vying for the Director’s attention since the failure of the last mission of sending Ants with biologically modified DNA. structure to colonize the Moon. The Ants were masters in colonizing and modified to exist under extreme temperature ranges, equipped with a very high IQ to build nuclear weapons on the Moon. The mission failed because they forgot to bring into picture the uncanny ability of ants to get into the smallest of places and they eventually ended up destroying themselves and their spaceship by getting into the engine area and disrupting the power unit. The Ants were believed to be alive and floating somewhere in the M2 galaxy.

The Herald went on to publish wisps of the mission, which they claimed was sent by an unnamed person in a telepathic message to their resident Telepathist. Telepathy was an important energy, which was harnessed in recent times by Dr. Sunshine Leary. And the agents had included the telepathic strain into the DNA structure of the Solstice virus to keep their agents well in-tune with the present scenario. As they engaged in a brain-storming session considering the important points of the mission and where the information may have slipped. Agent Zarko who was quiet all this time, spoke for the first time. Deep cut eyes, which were amplified by the power in his glasses and strong, pointed features. He spoke with the conviction of an army general who was getting ready to go to war. “I believe, Mr. Morph that the leak in information is owing to Subject number 19.” The subjects in question were in a slow process of having their identities completely erased and were referred to by the generic tag-names till they would be “ready”. Agent Morph almost laughed off the thought at first but mid-way retracted with self-damning glare.

Rushing to the monitor of Subject 19 and realized that he had shown the most amount of mental exertion under the virus in his surrounding which was one of a lifeless one-bedroom apartment in the farthest corner of the dark and dirty claus alley. His reports showed that he showed many instances of heightened sentences and now, this. It was explained by Agent Xan-fax that there was some technical error, which affected the victim yet hadn’t fully erased the conscience of what was happening to him.

A dejected Agent Morph sat down on his chair not believing his luck. He forcibly undertook the mission from the Director, under strict guidelines that if any reports surfaced about such a mission it would be aborted. He knew, that this was probably his last chance to prove himself and he failed yet again. He immediately ordered the execution and/or dispersal of the subjects as had been pre-planned before the mission in case of mishap.

As he left the building of the Secret service met by the heavy rain outside. He walked on into the rain, while the voices in his head repeated the same words he said to the Director before leaving the building in an almost slow, nightmarish tone “Mission aborted sir.” as he merged and finally disappeared into the misty, dark-purple rain.

It seems i'll be off on vacation this time tommorow! Till then will leave you all with a small story.
Sayonara!

Distant voices from the aurorean shore,
the portentous celebrations beckon,
heaving the seawardly current,
filled with a nostalgic heart,
i know, i want to go there again.

the promised land of all things freedom,
the place where I, lived my fancies,
amongst magnificent pathways and a few little drops,
I have lived in these grandiose buildings,
where my soul still roams free, singing its song, the la-di-da.

Waking up to the salty sea,
Couples playing in its abundant bound,
While the plower sells his prowess,
Little creatures in the sands they dwell,
The sands of our being, the sands which tell.

of enigmatic travellers and their withered donnings,
and their rescind souls burst free again,
was it the whiff of the sea breeze?
or the warmth of their beings,
directly reflected with their glorifying presence.

I shall go back to the éclat again,
to relive those ancient celebrations,
basking in the glory of those cobbled pathways,
feeling the salty breeze and familiar sands,
which will greet my renascence,

I long to go there, I want to go there now.



My small little heartfelt tribute to the Goa in my mind, I'm going there again soon and couldn't wait to go there so i wrote something to channel the ever-building energy..

A mysterious halo she posseses,
a crude yet graceful aloofness crowns her,
armed with her free spirit she reaches higher,
Filled with a sea of extremes she marches on,

Unwavering in her thoguht,
leaving behind a longing hollow,
to which she will return.. someday,
to the place where she belongs.

Bringing back Celebrative joy,
for those who await her...

A poem written for a dear friend when she was leaving to another city for good.. she's back and the poem remains!

Since im in the mood for useless fun here's something else i stumbled upon while browsing through the blogosphere, one more of the "Fun-blogger-thingy" posts. Makes me laugh every time i read it!!
Aaah will try not to post anymore of these for sometime atleast! hehehe :)