31st July

Teach me more in the years to come.

I refuse to saturate

For all the good and the bad.

I am glad.

Villains

He pops your balloon

She steals your candy

O what a world

What happened to Dandy?

Trust me

Love me

They say convincingly

We abide, adhere give in willingly

A poke in the eye

Yes, for you small fry

They say, Jesus hung on a cross for our deadly sins

Evil still thrives, and it usually wins

C'mon quit school

Take one drag

Wanna make nice?

Bang , bang!! boom!

Holla, gimme your money

Watch as I steal your honey

I am your bad decision

Your 'able' politician

To my services you should subscribe

I welcome your thoughtful bribe

I speak money, wanna talk?

Thats right call me a great big ****

What's a lil screaming?

Of my riches I've been dreaming

Take my hand, let's go somewhere fancy to dine

As I flash my teeth, on cue you will see them shine

I'll mooch off you

I'll square dance too

My unbelievable looks

My knowledge of books

I am divine

like old wine

I'll buy you a drink

I could have you with a wink

I'm charming

In office I am king

Greedy much

Can't help it, we're needy much

I will strut

You're in a rut

I am not the hero

I am that other one.

*We're all Villains.

Heroes are Fictional

Screwed

When the realization of the intensity of a nasty and uncomfortable predicament looms over your head like a misguided , unworthy halo on its way to a hearing where a jury made of green Jello that shakes and wriggles similar to the feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach when something extraordinary has entered your life and yet however you are denied to claim it or keep it, at least temporarily and you see it being pawned to unworthy buyers who realize they don't deserve it and in a flash it is up for grabs almost within your confounded reach and thats when you realize for all your stupid yoga...u still can't stretch far enough to reach it...and as you try and ignore the involuntary squirming and shaking of your skin...your outstretched hand feels like a wretched traitor to empty promises that you could never have kept anyway and its when all this bullshit somehow makes sense to you that you realize...within the limits of your own eccentricities that you are screwed.

Damn it.

Im so screwed.

Fuck.

Squared Circle

Im not a dilly dally kinda guy

I got my ass handed to me , I dunno why?

Holy smoke what a jab

Ur beating me up, and yet u still look fab

Black and blue my color turns

Ur fascinated, pound me lesser ..u'll realise I'm gold

U hit hard for a girl

Stop it I'l buy u pearls

Lets settle this like adults

you v/s me

No punches, but may be some tea

Whoa there....stop it gee

I have a feeling

while I am reeling

My brain says stay down

Don't knock me out...oh stop it...don't frown

We can do this you and I

Have a lil faith, I'm different ..why do you sigh

You ignoramus

My hurting anus

Back and forth

Who would blame us.

BAM! SOCK ! BIFF! POW! SPLAT! KA-POW!

I'm seeing stars..I don't know how..

Suddenly they disappear

The sky is just black and clear..

Black is all i see... I spin like a ballerina

I hit the ground...

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9

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Epilogue

On a dark wet day

A friendly voice said...Wait.

Just wait.

On that dark wet night..

I waited..waited and waited.

and waited.. like always and since long...

and waited..with patience

and waited with anticipation

and waited with hope

and waited with faith

and waited with love

and waited...................................... and waited and waited

That night like all others...was just too darn long

FIN.

Possibilities

Today seemed like a day where anything could happen.

Yes you'd probably argue saying that, that holds true for any day...so I implore, don't crash my party.

Go with it.

My charade allows me to paint you a picture, that I have painted.

I was neither too happy nor sad.

I was just breathing. One breath at a time.

As I took in the day...one moment at a time

Pictures started forming in my head.

All that I wanted to achieve, my goals, my dreams were the highlight.

My eyes had a hunger that I had never before seen.

At the same time my cautious mind created safety nets.

I was a trapeze artist.... jumping, swinging but vary about his landing.

Contingency plans formed at rapid speed. It negated my idealistic aspirations.

Then there was the other thing I craved for.

This thing of course managed with regular precision to gnaw itself into my dreams

I could never ignore it, even if I wanted to.

Such was my plight.

There were also random occurrences big and small through out the day, that both manipulated and formed my thoughts and hence influenced the images that formed in my head.

It was like a flipping of pages..where a bunch of colors and words seemed to move like a blur.

My rapid and prolific imagination kept dancing the waltz with an intoxicated partner

too charmed and lost, as if dragging her feet.

Every word unwritten, perhaps has the potential to be reformed.

I feel comfortable in my skin. Im happy with who I am.

It's not me I'm worried about...as flawed and imperfect, as I may be..I know I am good.

Its my ambition that is my nemesis.

My worthy opponent.

Then there's the other thing.

I hope someday, somehow everything comes together in the best version it can.

I know I will put in my best to give that possibility a push...

I don't know if my best is enough...but I know its pretty good.

Whatever will come...will definitely come.

I am not the director. I am the actor.

But perhaps , like all actors... may be I can get to be the star.

To possibility and the other elusive thing.

Fingers crossed *

Them Bitches

Lookit lil bitches...

Don't mull over your stitches...

Your awesome swagger...

Your pockets deep with a well placed dagger

Stab stab in the back

Thats where they all attack...

You're blindfolded and spun around...

Now you're dizzy , so just hit the ground...

Open your blinds fool

Don't play it cool

They whack like they're on a muppet show

Confrontations arise...we're havin a row...

It's on punk...ur gna get owned

Baby you may be light on your feet..at least thats what your girl said as she moaned

Dirty talk and cock blocks

Thats how we do it, in this here flock

Get cold feet..run

Leave tracks...just for fun..

Punks will follow

Hit u at the belt, may be below..

This is how we play

You don't have a say..

You pathetic fools...

Your stupid twisted rules...

We stuck like glue

and for that today we would sue

We hit and run...now we're black and blue..

Something beautiful could have been saved...but them bitches don't have a clue.

July

Morning Light.

Bright is first sight.

Open eyes.

Heavy sighs.

Patient parent.

Care apparent.

Lovely hope

Brilliant scope

Dark place distant

Memory instant

Futile thoughts

Wicked mood of sorts.

Promising Roads

Breakfast, loads

Beautiful day,

The happy people say

Run a mile

For a while

Cat nap

Dirty rap

Single noodle

Black marked doodle

Rocket ship

Tied to hip

Soaring high

After all ...it is July.

Old clothes worn

I will be reborn.

Grey and happy...why?

It is July.