Sunday, May 30, 2010

Tied A Bucket To My Neck

I have no faith in human kind,
So I tied a bucket to each of their necks,
And threw them in a well,
I have no faith in my friends,
So I made a wise decision for each of them,
Told them there is life after death,
Tied a bucket to each of their necks,
And threw all of them in a well,
I didn’t have any faith in god,
So I cursed him every day of my life,
And tied a bucket to his neck,
Lord have mercy on his soul,
And so I threw him in a well,
And finally the day arrived,
When there was no room left in the well,
And no entity left to tie a neck,
And so I dwelled myself in loneliness,
Tied a bucket to my own neck,
And drowned myself in my own miseries,
What a fool I made of myself.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Loved Once

Wake up every day from a dream,
Where bodies of my loved ones,
Covered in white sheet laying besides me,
Like an outburst of screams,
Streams of blood trickling down my feet,
I beg and ponder with patience,
The reason behind the casualties,
Of my loved ones blood streaked,
Reeking with vengeance I submerge,
Myself into my own past memories,
Figuring out a way to forget,
What murder actually means,
If the definition itself is erased,
A word is nothing but a lost entity,
I don’t need a stone for a heart,
To murder the dear ones close to me,
As the bleeding heart aches of revenge,
I just gave a reason to my heart to beat,
Like a million wretched pieces,
Never again did my miseries ever bother me,
As the pain once resurfaced,
At the shore of my sea,
Is like a wave tethered to the beginning,
Never shall be able to experience its ending,
And I may never be able to actually,
Forget what murder really means,
In the end you close the eyes of a dead person,
I took care of both the proceedings,
As the loved ones I lost that day,
Didn’t mean more than a feather to me,
Who lost its path in the midst of winds,
No more than wretched souls to me,
I had lost someone long time back,
I just paid homage to it.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Pocket Full Of Memories

I took a peak in my pocket,
Found a key, a ring and a locket,
Shoved inside the farthest of corners,
Nudging me, trying to remind me,
What I was in the beginning,
And where I lost myself, find me,
Unbind me from all the inhibitions,
Hide me inside your tresses reflecting moon,
Sun, and all the stars, and from all the,
Messes, that reflected pain inside of me,
Tie me, slap me, stab me, and wake me up,
Remind me what a waste life is,
Is, was, has been, and ever will be,
She is the reason why my pockets are never empty,
Can be, could be, but will never be,
I will save that glint of gold inside of me,
And reach into my pockets whenever,
I feel the longing and the craving,
To see her face again reflecting in my eyes,
At last she is sitting beside me,
Fly, free, is what I pray for,
Try, cry, but I will never, ever again be,
As the pockets once filled with memories,
Cannot be forever and ever emptied.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Nina and I went to the same classes each day. Each day, every day, missing not even a single day. We didn’t talk much. No, we were not in love. We were just distracted by our own thoughts. I don’t know what she thought of me, but I was dead straight from the beginning. I wanted to kill her. Beat her down to death. I wanted to taste her pain, listen to her screams slowly echoing from her fragile body.
Since my childhood years, we have been in the same class. I always came second because of her. I worked my ass off day and night. She had an advantage over me. Scientists call it as eidetic or photogenic memory. Why should she have an advantage over me? She is no less different than me. She is a human being. I am a human being.
You don’t know what pain is. You don’t know what it’s like to always come second.

2 days later

A boy was found dead inside his house garage. Police officials said that the body of the 15 year old boy was found in 7 different corners of the garage. That was no ordinary garage that morning. It was turned into a slaughter house. What was more astonishing for the police officials was that the killer was sitting right besides the boy when the boy’s family came home and his dad opened the garage door to park his white Mitsubishi. Police records further identified that the killer was none other than her classmate named Nina.

Interview recorded by the psychologist Dr. Edward merman.

Dr. Edward: Hello Nina, how are you feeling today?

Nina: Peachy.

Dr. Edward: You two were good friends right?

Nina: oh yes we were such good friends that I slaughtered his body into 7 pieces.

Dr. Edward: True. But what was the motive behind this rage?

Nina: Motive was to kill him. In which I’m sure everybody knows I succeeded.

Dr. Edward: Let me rephrase my question again Nina. Why did you kill your friend?

Nina: if I wouldn’t have killed him, he would have killed me. Nice and simple.

Dr. Edward: How can you come up with such a conclusion?

Nina: You didn’t see the hate in his eyes for me. I did. He always came second. He wanted to come first.

Dr. Edward: So you are telling me it was a case of self-defence rather than murder.

Nina: You don’t get it doc. It was a case of my wants. My needs. Don’t you get it doc? I never came second. He wanted to kill me.


He wanted to come first. He wanted to kill me first and then for once in his life beat me. But you know doc how life is. You wanted to become a surgeon but you didn’t have enough shit in you to become one. So you had to compromise in your life. I never compromise. I have a photogenic memory. I remember each and every reaction on his face when he used to look at me for the past 8 years. It never changed. Until two days back. There was no rage on his face, no hatred on his face. It was calm, as if finally after so many years he had found a way to beat me. Two conclusions either he could work harder and beat me which was next to impossible or he could kill me. If he killed me first than that means finally he beat me. He comes first and I come second.
You call yourself as a psychologist? I read his face. I remembered each and every first look on his face when he saw me. Recorded it, saved it, analysed it. I always knew this day was going to come. It came. It went. I came first.

Dr. Edward: oh my girl you have no idea what have you done. You have ruined your life.

Nina: Don’t be so melodramatic doc. I always knew what was going to happen. So save the pity emotions for your family. I’m not your whiny daughter.

Dr. Edward: what are going to do now Nina?

Nina: I killed that son of a bitch before he could. What am I going to do now? I’m going to spend the rest of my life in jail. I never compromise. I never fail.

But the question remains what you are going to do with your shitty life doc.

Dr. Edward ordered the guards waiting outside his cabin to take Nina away.

There was no nervousness on her face. While walking she turned back and said calmly,” see you next time doc. I will be back soon. Sooner than you think. Till then keep your eyes on the price doc or the doc next door might take it away.”

A Day In The Lives

Hello Mr. Stevens how was your day,
Stranded in the middle of the street,
Your mind virtually looks astray,
Draped in covers of silk and satin,
Perched on the highest of trees,
You wreck havoc and commotion,
Four wheeled red colored beauty,
Comes into the picture,
“No need to panic ladies and gentleman,
We will save this tiny creature,”
And so they marched above the creaky branches,
Avalanche of leaves falling in slow motion,
Hurry up warriors, take your positions,
And so the kitty cat shivered and purred,
Flew for a while above the blue skies,
Eyes following each and every motion,
Landed at its free will just besides the safety net,
Making a fool of the red colored beasts,
Whisked past all the on looking commuters,
And so they laughed and they cried together,
And spread the tales of the little kitty cat in whispers,
And the moon came along in celebration,
Behind the ever growing tree in slow motion,
And the night started to fall near the stranded streets,
Where once people rejoiced for what,
Can be called as nothing but an ordinary day,
Gave them a reason to smile again,
Not for a long time but just for a day,
Felt love for each other and the kitty cat,
Who once climbed the highest of the peaks,
And went astray, one day.