Cracks

... and that is when we start scarring each other

The two lovers

We walk like two lost lovers

In a dark night

Hand in hand, full of sins

Grasping the moment tightly

Thinking it will make us pure

This life, we keep building

A house of lies, every night

Nail by nail

Filing in the walls, that are ready to break away

Unlike us, but like our promises and words

The slippery minds

Letting us forget the clock and the present

The past just ticks away

In a parallel universe

behind us, ahead of us

The rush of blood,

The love of fear

Let us sustain our peace

At the cost of our lives

Give it up

Give it all up

To gain what we lost

To gain what we gave up

What we once had

Our Sacrifice

It's never good,

When friends alienate.

With no one to trust,

How to discriminate.

They gag your mouth.

They slit your tongue.

They tie your limbs to chair

They tell you to dance.

All you do is scream.

Just scream in your head.

The noise fills your life

It drives you insane.

They get what they want,

They sleep in your head.

A cripple, they say

Is easy to sway.

You cannot be brought down,

So you start a war.

The ego breaks down,

Now let's see you fall.

Shoot in the dark,

The darts pierce your eyes.

When we all act blind,

You can't even cry.

My bitter tongue

Keeps licking your wounds.

So condemn me now

But don't run away.

Let's join our hands

Let's jump into hell

Don't cry for me mother

We never did swell

My Right To Speak

I love job interviews. I'm given a chance to speak my heart out on the favourite topic, me. I am the center of attention. Suddenly, for those few minutes, my life is important to everyone in that room. I feel like a star. Almost a celebrity. I get to spell out my life story in front of a complete stranger, in whose I eyes, I see the curiosity to know more about my life, which shall go away as soon as the interview is over, which shall go away as soon as I am not the "interviewee" anymore and he is not my interviewer. He listens intently as I speak. I have an audience who is more interested in my life than any other shit that goes on in this whole goddamned world at that point of time. It almost makes me feel special. So I go on about my career, discuss my experience with my previous employers, I get a chance to stay lost in my past. An opportunity to talk about a past, whom no one else cares about. Finally, some ears. But at times, the joy is short-lived. It happens when the interviewer realises that my stories just go on and on and he has barely got a chance to speak. Rudely, I'm interupted. "You certainly have lot of stories to tell. But can you..". Then you cut him right there saying, "Ah well, I'm not sure if it's luck, but.. " and you start with another story. That was close!

A Funeral We Celebrated

There they were, sitting in a row. Nicely dressed. All good men filled with hunger. Greed and disgust lay everywhere. As the smell of money filled the room, we all were stooping to our new lows. A pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey. Ready to pounce on each other. Ready to steal their neighbour's food. Everyone was hating everyone. Yet everyone talked about love. And all I kept thinking about was, how beautiful it would be, if only I were given the opportunity to blow everyone's head off, one by one. Slice them, chop them neatly into pieces and then burn down the whole goddamned place. What a holy mess I would create. Beautiful.

There is a new discotheque in town

And it's called my room.

One blessed morning, when the sun decided to set on me, a female was invited to our house. Let's call her "The Cunt". She boasted of having Vaastushastra knowledge and decided that our place was filled with negativities. So she decided to take advantage of our Holy Gods and explained us that our home wasn't constructed right. There were some issues with the directions. Hence, there was too much inflow of negative energy from all the directions into our house. But these issues can be made right if we start trapping the positive energy at the right places. This shall help our lives in various ways. As the days passed by, her influence over my family kept on increasing and poor me had to bear the consequences of the situation, as a result. Inevitable? Yes so! Because the first point she made was the Blessed Eddie, beautifully painted on my door reflected a sign of negative energy that has accumulated inside of my head. Absence of Gods in my room, really upset her. The fact that I don't believe in His Holy existence upset her more. She passed her judgement, Eddie needs to be washed away and Gods need to enter my room. I told her I can help her getting to the exit door really fast. She didn't think it was funny. So she decided to take her revenge. She got hold of these positive pyramids from somewhere and implanted them inside of my room, onto the walls. As if she was reading my mind and my intentions, she decided to not use fevicol, like any cheap Indian idiot, but to make use of drills and screws. Thus, six brilliant pyramids got screwed onto my walls and into my life. I swear I saw a smirk on her face, after she left my room with bundle of notes in her hand. Now someday, when I'll have enough money and time to waste, I'll implant a few disco lights inside of these pyramids and dance my heart out to Disco Deewane.

Till then, adios.

Here is Eddie. He eats your guts if you hate him. Adorable.