The Ghost

The blue clothed sky, God's colander

From darker it grows to bland and blander

And through the holes star light seeps

Fading as the ink blue runs naught deep

And in the city,  a ghost. 

The grey walled urban filthy maze

Crones and cultured women in lace

Filth of the earth in the cracks of the road

Grime coated sky, leaden grey load

And through this mess, a ghost

Glowing women otherwise wrinkled

White red faces, frosting sprinkled

Chatoyant jewels, glistening hair

Chitter chatter in the city's fair

And amongst them, the ghost.

Muted colours of the flags flying high

He walks the Earth, the end is nigh

His face saddened, despair how grave

Bound in iron, forever a slave

And so he weepeth, the ghost. 

Upon this Earth forever to wander

Never beyond the hills o'er yonder

Cursed he is, and he payeth his price

Heart broken being, imperfect splice

He roams the crowd, the ghost.

The blue clothed sky, God's colander

From darker it grows to bland and blander

And in the sunlight, a shimmer of white

Barely seen, a speck so bright

Wandereth the lonely ghost. 

Shame On Me.

The laughters and the memories

Were made, sealed, protected.

But what of the laughter?

It will fade in to nothingness

Forever in the voice of the wind.

And what of the memories?

They will be nothing but 

Whispers of times that passed 

Frolicking in the sun

Holding hands down the busy street

Making love in the afternoon

The endless warm balmy nights

I have no regrets

Oh no I don't.

But shame on me

For holding you so lovingly.

And shame on me for kissing you

With my eyes shut so tight. 

The Knight, The Hero, The Loser and The Phony.

"Knight in Shining Armour" it said

A paid adverstisement on the flat screen TV

Armour colour choices of black or red

Finally someone who was ideal for me

"Hero Upon a White Horse" I see

Splashed across the leaftlet one day

My life would never be as bleakly

If I find this hero right away 

But I was never a damsel in distress

I fought my battles, I stood strong

As nice it is to have love's caress

I would prefer to sing my own song

The Knight was nothing but a loser in tinfoil

The Hero was nothing but a jerk on a pony

Such was the result of my meandering toil

My so called man was a  phony. 

Single and Sold

You might be a girl reading this, or you might be a boy..

So I shall write this story in both perspectives.

You wake up, the sunlight hits your eye, it's annoying. 

You blink, you check the phone.

You have some GPRS charges messages from Dialog, some Tweet mention messages,

some Facebook wallpost messages.You want to sleep.

He/she calls you. You talk about useless things for fifteen minutes. 

Call ends.

You smile, widely awake. Okay, let's start this day!

You walk around, on the road, with your friends. You are talking, texting, watching the road,

doing the uber-multitasking that youngsters are so inept at these days. 

You have your phone in your hand, you dressed in the usual college life garb;

the jeans, the causal t-shirt, the sneakers and your bag is slung over your shoulders.

There is a boy flirting with you. He notices how your hair shines in the sun, he loves the way you talk.

There is a girl faltering under your gaze. She loves the deep gravelly tone of your voice,

she likes the fact that you can play the guitar. 

Phone beeps.

A message from him, a message from her.

All thoughts of that other person who likes you...

... ah well, they lie flat, like a fallen leaf down a lonely road. 

You are having a bad day. You are frustrated, anger is creeping up on you,

work is piling up, homework is nowhere close to being finished.

You want him to call. You want her to text. 

You stare at the phone.

You are bored, you are not absorbing anything on the white board.

You are far far away from the lecture room as you can be.

Lectures finish. Your day is no better.

You send a random text. 

You come home. You are on Facebook when person from your class comes up on chat.

A boy, a good looking one, flirts with you. A really pretty girl finds you interesting.

You reply like a dead duck.

All the while, staring at your phone, willing it to ring with that name on it. 

Day is winding, you slip into bed. 2200 hours. 

Phone rings, you smile.

You talk on and on for an hour or so, ending the day talking to this person.

This person, who is not yours to have.

This person who makes you feel good,

makes you smile

This person who should clearly sort out their stupid issues

and say "Screw that "

and just be with you. 

Because you and that person, are perfect.

The two of you are so dysfunctional that the ridges fit just right. 

Two broken halves of the same cookie.

You end the call, you end the day.

You stare at the wooden slats of your ceiling,

and think of that boy who flirts with you.

You think of the pretty girl who likes you.

They'd be very happy if you gave them a chance.

Another face comes to your mind.

His spectacled face and toothy smile.

Her soft curly hair and twinkling eyes.

You sigh, knowing that this is how it will be

..for a long time to come. 

Because you are single..

.. and yet your heart is sold. 

The Golden Balloon

She dragged her feet as she walked

She left skid marks on the ground

She slumped her shoulders, away she went

She walked with hardly a sound

The street was full of colourful balloons

It made her black and white

Her monochrome countenance swayed

Dull and out of sight

And then a golden balloon said " Hello Miss

How may I make you smile?" 

She raised her head and said very softly

"I haven't shed a smile in a while"

The golden balloon, his round face shining

Bobbed against the summer air

"Well then, just hold tightly to my string

I promise thee, it shant tear" 

She closed her eyes, she held the string

And then she thought no more

The golden balloon began to rise

Until she began to soar

Up and away they rose from the Earth

The balloon and the girl were gone

Fading forever to the vast blue expanse

Into the summer sunshine's song

:)

A/N: Sal o thys shael tia kylael shalyl :)

Oh My God, It's The Devil

Religion. Ah, it is such a prick.

And no, think what you want of me, but honestly religion is a whole load of crap. 

Do I believe in God? Interesting question.

The thing is, I don't. Half of the good things that have happened to me, I say they happened due to random chance, coincidence, luck and timing. Believable. I have a scientific mind.. And unless I have proof of something, my mind rejects it as being false by default.

Which is ironic you know? I'm a writer. I am supposed to believe in things beyond the conventional realm of things but my mind refuses to grapple with the concept that God exists. My mother preaches to me that He does. Sometimes it honestly gets on my nerves, but it's my mother and she has her beliefs and I have mine.

In all honesty, I don't have issues with people who believe in God. I don't have a problem with religion as long as religion doesn't apply to me. I mean a person I am close to could be one of those Bible quoting, Rosary counting people and it wouldn't bother me in the least because it's their life to believe whatever and do whatever. So here is my stand in things... I don't believe in God.

Ah, now comes the rub.

I believe in the Devil. Yes, yes I do.

Now let's back track and forget everything for a moment.

The universe is made of opposites. This is stuff we learnt for basic Physics/Science. Light has darkness, fat has thin, Voldemort has Harry Potter and Batman has the Joker. Opposites are needed to strike a balance. The world would never be a utopia because utopia would not flourish on its own, not without the dystopic element in it. Dystopia is crucial for the survival of utopia and vice versa. Just imagine lions stopped hunting deer... We'd be over run with deer and we'd have no fucking trees! See my point? Nature knows best, and knowing best is striking a balance. So there, we have our basic theory of opposites.

Now going back to the Devil. I said I believe the Devil exists right? Yeah. You know what bothers me? I don't believe that God exists but I believe the Devil does. Oxymoronic? Yes. That's like saying that I know light is present but darkness doesn't. I mean, no light = no darkness right. So... It's looks like my beliefs have been questioned! OH NO! I HAVE TO BELIEVE IN GOD!  THE HORROR!

Also, you know what's funny? We get all these self proclaimed Atheists, metal heads mostly. They speak exclusively of their strong disbelief in God and yet pay homage to Satan. To them, I say this: You are all a bunch of fucking hypocrites. Seriously. If you're going to disbelieve in God, you need to not believe in the Devil too. If you're going to hero worship Satan, you might as well accept the fact that God exists. And no, you cannot fault me on this because I am talking directly based on the theory of opposites. One end of an opposite can never survive without the other. Simple fact. I'd rather be a metal head who believes in both God and Satan than a hypocrite who believes just one side of it; to be evil is SO COOL NOH!

So now comes my take on things. 

Do I believe in God along with my belief in Satan?

Or do I believe that neither exists?

I won't consider either of them. I don't believe in God, I don't believe in Satan. Rather, I believe in something more powerful, something inevitable, universal and something far easier to grasp because we see proof of it everyday, we see it affecting everything from a virus particle to a blue whale; a flower to a tree.

Death.

I believe in Death.

I hate love.

I know I know, such an oxymoron eh? Yeah, it is a highly ironic thing to say, but I am not talking of platonic love. So, in my view, non-platonic love is one of the most disgusting things. It makes one a fool. 

So, you build walls right? You have your armour, your guard and they are all ready for battle. No one is going to break those walls, no one will go past them and reach out to that soul deep inside you and the best part is that you won't let them. Of course not! That, is highly ridicilous! Horse-feathers! You will never entertain such a notion. All this undying, unconditional and un-whatever love crap is good for the pigeons. And no pigeon, chicken or ostrich will crack YOUR defense! You are super awesome and you like to keep it that way. You go on with life being the cool, nonchalant, super deatched, uber cool person you always were and you feel great. You feel awesome. You ARE awesome. 

And then some idiot/fucker/asshole comes along and fucks you up effortlessly. 

Maybe it's the way he grinned or the way she tossed her hair. Maybe it was a hug, a kiss, a dance, a bite or even a random slap on the wrist. Maybe it's their stupid adorable curls, their buck teeth, puppy eyes or beard stubble. Maybe it's the way they fell on their ass or the way they tripped over their own laces. Whatever it is, one thing is evident: You Are Buttfucked. All your defenses fall down like crumbled Marie biscuit crumbs. You want to sing corny, crappy love songs, you want to be all cutesy and possesive. 

And then comes the second snag: You Are Butffucked AGAIN. Why? Because the intial source of Buttfucking, you know the one that made you listen to love songs? It goes away. That person moves away and your are Buttfucked beyond your wildest imaginations.  And really, it's not pleasant. Hardly. 

So now, you feel naked and vulnerable. You let down your guard for this person. Or, in all honesty, that person wormed their way through your best defenses and rendered said defenses utterly useless, incapacitating them. You are left feeling vulnerable and exposed, like going commando on a cold day. 

Then you realise you are alone. You have no one but yourself to help you to dust off and pick yourself up. All the silly clichés kick. "Time will heal all wounds" or "It's better to have loved and lost". I mean, what the hell? Some smartarse comes along and quotes the Greatest Quotes They Think Helps You When You Are Heartbroken. You then feeling like throwing something heavy at the head of the idiot who tries to comfort you but instead you smile and say nothing while your insides seethe away in raw anger and annoyance.

You.are.alone. 

You have no one but yourself to hate, blame and hurt so you numb yourself emotionally and forget everything, distracting yourself with work and stressing yourself out on a daily basis just to avoid spending time alone with your own goddamned thoughts. 

Fuck that. Fuck all of it. Go tell your parents, sibling[s] or best friend that you love them. The above three parties are the least likely to dump you, butffuck your mind and break your heart. Out of the three parties, your parents would never really do any of the above highly offensive things. So seriously, kiss your mum goodnight and tell her she's fly. Because in all honesty, she really is. 

One last thing before I end this: Always keep in mind that when someone sweeps you off your feet... they are in a perfect position to dump you on your ass. :)

Pretty Little Monsters

The monsters that lie dormant in my head

Sleeping peacefully in their beasty beds

Lacklustre expressions, foul little smiles

Looking at thee, from eyes beguile

Pretty little monsters, they call to woo

Shades of jealousy, mockery and rue

Seductive monsters sing out thy name

Dance pretty monsters, seduce and maim

Colourful monsters, so beautiful, dance

Clearing thy head of expression askance

Drawing thee in with pretty wit, smart

Malvolent laughs at thy burning of heart

Pretty little monsters that lie in my head

Pretty no more, but deadly instead

Reveal themselves at the break of day

The pretty little monsters drove thee away

Gravity's Story

Prologue

Gravity, My Dear, what is your deal?

Why do I trip over my own heel?

Why do I stumble on surfaces flat?

Why can't I land stable like a cat?

Gravity, Dear Gravity, why so cruel?

Walking against you, a constant duel

Where is balance? Please give it back

What say you? Shall we make a pact?

Epilogue

So Gravity and I, we made a pact

And for a while everything remained intact

And then things started going downhill

I wondered why I could not stand still

I fell down, I spiralled to the depth

And on that note, the pact hit death

I screamed at Gravity for letting me fall

For I did no wrong, it was all his fault

But Gravity smiled and said to me

"Dear Child, you are failing to see

Things were meant to go this way

When you fall out of love, I have no say"

A Craving For Love

Love comes is all shapes and size sand in so many various forms right?

But.. Tell me why the love we have is not the love we pay heed to?

Why do we have a hell-bent need for a different type of love?

We crave for the love that is like wildfire

With the bright, red flames that consumes us whole

And before we know, we lose ourselves

And in most cases we can't find our way back

We lose ourselves. So.. Why do we crave it?

Is it because that a love like fire is rare and doesn't happen often?

Or is it because we're hormone junkies? Riding on guilt trips and sorrow?

When a lover breaks our hearts we claim to have "lost the ability to love"

We claim to be "unloved by anyone".

Screw that. Open your eyes. See how many friends have pulled you to safety

Remember all the times your mother held you to her

If you have a younger sibling, you'll see in their eyes how they look up to in complete adoration and love

Think about the nights you were drunk and happy in the company of people you'd take a bullet for

So screw all the "I am unloved by anyone" stuff.

Crave the love you have. Not the love you don't. A love like a fire is still a fire. It will burn out someday.

But a love like magic, like the one you seen in the smallest things around you...

... it remains intact and unbroken, because the universe is built on magic. And the universe never ends.

Crave the love you have.

It's all around.

You just have to know where to look.

The Boy

He sings to me; that boy that man

He sits outside my window pane

Every night without fault I see him smiling

Sitting through the dreary rain

He sings his songs, so soft so beautiful

Heart breaking, a soft lullaby

His voice it tilts me over soft yonder

When the moon smiles in the sky

His long lean body shakes in the cold

And it calls out for my embrace

I see him through my window glass

Through curtains and trails of lace

Caged I am within these walls 

For I cannot speak out to that boy

His eyes smile like the Evening Star

It brims with unbridled joy

I long to hold him for I am falling in love

But I cannot bring down these walls

So I sit and listen as he sings to me

As his voice to my soul it calls

The need for me to sooth his hurt

Grows to drive me insane

But I cannot go so I sit and watch

The boy outside my window pane. 

Beautiful Creature

He walked, his majestic mane it glowed

Glowed in the light of the morning sun

Like a million threads of gold it glowed

When the light was fading and the day was done

His skin was ocher, a million yellows

Colours that have no name

Beautiful shades of gold shot brown

That never once faded the same

He stole his colours from the sun

And yet he shines like a galaxy on his own

How is it possible to carry such magic?

When he walks the grass alone?

His voice was beautiful, a soothing thrum

Like the voice of a storm in the wind

Pounding, thudding and skipping hearts

The oncoming rush of whirlwind

How did he become so handsome, so majestic?

Where does he find that magic, that grace?

Why does he walk alone, I wonder

Why deny the welcome embrace?

Brave you are, my beautiful creature

Your heart is beautiful, your soul is a diamond

Throwing wonderful colours in the light of the sun

Beautiful creature, your spirit is darkened

Be not afraid of the light of the sun, be not afraid of her love

Let her warm healing rays touch your skin

She will shine for you, so roar to sky

Beautiful creature; my wonderful brave-lion...

...let me be your sun. 

For my lion :) ♥