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Singing dancing Fimbulthul, keep shut fool; sit on your stool-
Old grown crown, hung upside-down, your time’s gone so please don’t frown.
Seeing you as my own future, me creator, my own creature,
Your shadow, my boat we row, to the beginning we go
Together.

Turning running Ratatosk, come on fox, pull up your socks-
Caught again, you are the same, still not got your share of fame.
I’ll know you anywhere dear; have no fear, I will not jeer,
My shadow, my boat we row, to the very end we go
Together.

Ragnarok will come and end, gods can’t mend, so I’ll defend-
Unplanted, be harvested, I’ll protect the new world made.
Wisdom spoken by the dead, will be read, harmony made,
The shadow, my boat I row, nowhere anymore to go…

Alone forever.

hidden in blues...

still hidden in blues behind the deeps,
the red monster suppressed through history sleeps.

awoken now and then,
only to sleep again,
it dreams dreams of a sudden rain,
of blood, death and pestilence...

sword,  fire, power by the barrel of the gun,
end of freedom, end of liberty...
EQUALITY!!!!!! MEDIOCRITY!!!!!!! STUPIDITY!!!!!!!
and a world ruled by faceless zombies- PEOPLE!!!!!!!

there let it lie till its last day,
which will come whatever else may...

Incomplete venting of lost fury in fun

1.

Of the Confusion, Resound! O Goddess!
You, who infiltrate every fertile space,
In between the grand traditions of Art,
Who allow “mediocre” satires start
As soon as the likes of Shakespeare do die,
And raise a Dryden or a Pope to defy
The natural beauty of his rhythm,
And use the same to give satire freedom,
Let loose the reins- Speak now of those speeches
That for a time every heart did displace,
From a natural piety, soft and gentle
To a condition most truly mental…
Say what was the cause of such violent strife-
Now, wars in thought cut sharper than a knife.
What caused a damsel beloved by all,
To read vagrant verses, then faint and fall?
What caused another to clearly divine
The thoughts of the “true man”, and undermine
The intended sarcasm of that wit,
Though written obscure like a legal writ?
What were the spirits that did cause all this,
Only Mischief, and gave all else a miss?

It was thee, thou warped spirit of discord…
Evading the mighty hands of the Lord
Since Satan’s fall, fleeing Him, who does know all,
At last found shelter in this college wall.
This your place to roost and turn the noble minds
Of young intellectuals, and haunt in kind
Their fragile young dreams and aspirations.
Inspired thou the Naxal rebellion-
An innings defeat by all true measures,
And now when humans view your true pleasures,
You inspire crows to perch on the busts
Of stone professors and satiate your lusts,
In a grand orgy of defecation…
Showering evil your benediction.
But all of a sudden thou viewed a chance,
To hypnotize all, again in your trance.

The time was of a sunny afternoon,
Though the effects were those of a full moon.
Our true hero wended on his true way,
And in the hallowed corridors fell prey.
Another victim to goddess Ate,
Another pawn on her chessboard he lay.

“Fee-fye-fo-fum! I can smell an oaf come.
Round and roaming aimless, stinking of rum,
His heart with defeat and despair beaten,
It is just not fair to keep him detained.
Drowning already in Satan’s liquor,
I shall cause his heart to grow more sicker…
(Grammatically sickest- may argue,
But my cause is the loss of his virtue.)
His heart is heavy and lacks he the mind,
To wind with his wisdom his wished find.
Weakened thus, I shall conquer him easy,
Revolt others and turn their stomachs queasy,
And so create new strife where there is none…
For me hearts opposed is the only fun.”

So spoke the arch fiendess, grinning wide,
And unleashed winged dissension from her side.
That evil spirit she thus commanded-

“Go forth my son, most loyal and trusted!
Like Death, the offspring of Sin, your cousin,
You too were born of Satan. (Now frozen
In the seventh layer of the depths of Hell,
Where, for his war against mankind, he fell-
Smitten by God- a more terrible fall
At the instance of his victory tall.)
Go fulfill your father’s grand destiny!
Spread lasting hatred with impunity!
See now the vessel that will carry thee-
And pray that your actions will set us free
To roam again in happy human hearts,
And turn them against the truth- all upstarts!

To this replied the obedient son-

“Rest assured dear mother, though he may run
At my approach till the ends of the earth,
It shall only be for thy heartful mirth.
For this weary warrior shall be my meat,
And discord, famine and strife, mankind’s treat!”

So saying, that dark spirit ventured out,
And flew straight into a heart filled with doubt.
Into him infused a newer spirit,
Alcohol, now maliciousness added,
Made our hero see a glimmer of light,
But alas! It was darkness that faked bright!
The evil spirit in him was disquiet,
It stirred him up to revolt and riot.
But our hero was unconscious to this,
His mind in deep grief gave it all a miss.

Our hero therefore unawares struggled,
The despair, which in his bloodstream bubbled-
Causing him a more rolling perception,
Of his ungainly bipedal motion.

Thus, in influence of that evil spirit,
His soul dug itself and sank down the pit.
Perturbative chaotic emotions,
Acted on his brain like evil potion.
His brain burst with unjustified anger,
And he vowed to scale through every danger,
For the one he thought his true friend, exiled
By superiors, he wanted to defile.
His passions rose high, his movements impaired,
Of recovering their use he despaired.
He now stumbled and fell in his passion,
And rent his garments in latest fashion.
Trying to rise, he rolled of grief in the dust,
And of revenge he decided- he must!
To seal the pact, he lit up his last fag,
Burnt the sides of his eyes, then took a drag.
(To help him endure the pain bit better...)
Wondered if this would be a trend setter
In style, for he was aware of his looks.
He decides to later check in his books,
For precedents in such skin blazing tricks…
(However the pain put him in a fix.)
Yields he the battle, wounded, yet alive.
He vows quite loudly- “still I will survive!!”



2.

The sun awoke the skies with practiced hands,
Practiced, he spreads his light over all the lands.
With practiced stealth he creeps up the windows,
And with practiced heat, on the bed he flows.
The light and heat wakes up the virtuous nymph,
And in the morn itself, she thinks of him.

For once in his love she had been made blind,
And still was, though he replied not in kind.
Deprived, unjustified, she still remained,
While he moved on, and so another gained.
She turns her thoughts back to when he proposed,
But her mind moves to when she was disposed.
She gets ready, sighs on the vagrant age,
And sets off on her way to her college.
During the journey by metro railway,
She tries to think of that glorious day…

There they were, traveling by the metro,
To Nandan, to catch the cinema show,
Was their only objective destiny.
But the fates herself did then mutiny…

The man of true sentiments, and her sat,
While from the handrail above hung that bat,
Who was unlike her love in every way.
While he was always caring, it was gray,
Where, he was by the gods, well proportioned,
It was of a reality rationed.
In intention he was, then, transparent,
Always, in simplicity, apparent.
Whereas, he did declare him “bat” for all,
To see, and be wary of. A beast foul,
In execution of deeds, and intent,
Corrupted in his soul, unduly bent
On an uncultured, hopeless existence.
How could she then not applaud his good sense?

They reached together, three friends united,
But they were separately ticketed.
The bat was sent off to the lighted end,
The “virtuous” to the darkness did wend,
Carrying with him, his romantic prize fair,
To the corner of the hall, there to pair,
Keeping his grand self, innocent to all,
But the virtue of the nymph led to his fall.

But now that she looks back, she feels confused,
For now she finds her feelings were abused.
Bluntly put, she was taken for a ride,
Initially loved, then put aside…
Thus, she wonders how, now she could not find,
Any thought of “love” in his gentle mind.

The journey, it ends again, as before,
She comes from outside seas, to college shores.
From the chaos outside, she enters calm,
The college hurts her like spurious balm.
She perceives that same, once sought for odor,
But, bitten once, she shrinks back in horror.
All those moments of the past, again flash,
Her heart bleeds again through that unhealed gash.
Still, she now hears only his sincere voice,
And wonders at his artificial poise.

‘Oh lady! You still inhabit my mind!
Oh why lady, were you then so unkind?
In your hour of need, I was always there,
But in my need you had to be unfair?
Still rest assured; I am still that same slave,
Such is my mind, and so I shall behave.
My desires from this life still have not changed,
Therefore, I believe, I am not deranged.
Unlike others who change minds all the time,
My fixed mind prevents me from any crime.
All others are e’en to themselves untrue,
And so never sentiments do accrue,
But constancy lets me understand you.
I feel all your grief, all your lost passion,
Your love for me, now without my sanction.
Trust not me, but the proofs I have supplied,
My honesty permits me not to hide!

Please let me tell you the cause of the break,
Believe in this- it was not of my make.
We both know, there existed only love
Between us. Then we were like two white doves,
United together in purity,
In happiness, love, bliss and chastity.

It was all the fault of that dark creature,
Foul in deeds as he is in his features.
That evil being, like an evil omen,
Brooded this disaster like a black hen.
It accompanied us at our request,
But like a serpent put our love to rest.
Indeed, had we quarreled ever before?
(Perhaps now a few times, but never more.)
That itself were proof enough for the world,
Accept it, and now let the truth unfold.
The reason for this aberrant schism,
Is distorting my light, through its prism.
But fate always favors my honest side,
And so these hidden proofs do come to light.
With their aid, now to the world I’ll declare,
Its hypocrisy, make them aware,
Of it, if not the root of all evil,
At least, the best one gets of the devil.

So my lady! Aid me in this grand quest,
For your heart in this an interest vests.
Help me declare to the world its darkness,
Proved in all its words, deeds and thoughtlessness.
To enumerate its faults would need time,
One’d be rich, if one had for each, a dime.
It feels no sanctity for his friendship,
“It’s all a give and take relationship.”
It said so himself- “its all politics”.
And so this proves, it uses friends to fix,
Its own perverted, political ends.
Just the other day, from it only, I gained,
That certain number to it pays homage,
Through SMS, such is our falling age!
Such brazen exhibition of power,
In the name of friendship, it does shower.
I know predict that I shall use them well,
But he will require them to sink to hell.
With such proof that I have, I must now warn,
To ensure that now its status is shorn,
Before it reaches a yet higher pitch.
For it may then be that it may bewitch,
All of you to its evil purposes.
(Give me thorns and keep aside the roses.)
No! Before that fear is proven away,
I shall spread my true message all the way!’




3. 

The day turned cloudy, an ominous black,
The air grew as thick as a soot-filled sack.
The skies, as if by the evil below,
Was impregnated to a monstrous fellow.
The sun hid his face behind the gray screen,
All light retreated to remain unseen.
The world, now encompassed by a thick fog,
Now laid virtues aside- a beaten dog.
Pestilences roamed free to plague the mind,
Roamed in the new darkness, things without find.
The horrors of the depths marched together,
To the beats of the infernal thunder.
The ground quaked, but now no need to worry,
Such are the signals to all hurly burly.

Then, there was a meeting of three dear friends,
They met to ponder o’er the latest trends.
They met not regular, but when in need,
When t’was time to gossip some other’s deed.
Guided in this by the spirits beyond,
Their hearts openly find only this fond.
Through the mazes and chambers they are damned,
To forever seek rumors most unkind,
And also ensure their propagation.
Such’s Ate’s way of spreading aversion.

Till now is not determined with much proof,
For whose spurious cause all hit the roof.
Surely it was girl gossip gone too far,
No dimension a bar, scandal bar bar.
Or perhaps, it was that same foul spirit,
Which once again proved its evil merit.
Or again, maybe the cause lay closer,
To the material, than thought later.
But it is certain that they did then meet,
And then, there great Gossip herself ran fleet.

The greatest in support of our true man
Spoke first, the lady with the practiced hand.

“So is declared by him, who all believe,
That after putting us all through the sieve,
He found the traitor, a most heinous bat,
And to us all declared- “treacherous rat.”
Such his mercy, his infinite wisdom,
He keeps us safe in his blessed kingdom.
Stabbed from behind, what consequence his fall?
With him we stand to gain most and stand tall.”

To this opening, all carefully thought,
Some points rejected, other points they bought.
Every clause they analyzed with due care,
To remove opinions which sleeves may wear.
Their minds, to process well, all this, now ran,
Then spoke the lady of the darkest tan.

“It is futile to join such petty strife,
There exist better ways to waste one’s life.
I feel we have no part in these quarrels,
Which now have no victor, and no laurels.
I feel its best to leave this matter out,
I feel that the case still has many doubts.”

Then the third lady spoke up to cement,
What was spoken then, to an agreement.

“I concur, for though I feel you are right,
We must have proof ‘fore we enter the fight.
For tis terrible to back him that’s wrong,
Worse, support it, which’ll lose not after long.
So before we decide whom to support,
We must have a most accurate report.
What is your proof, for this accusation?
For if wrong, we’ll be in isolation.
So before we make up our minds on this,
We must ensure our judgment’s not amiss.”

In reply to skepticism offered,
The first now her many proofs uncovered.

“To begin with everyone affirms him,
Everyone agrees to the bat’s sin.
The bat is a dark creature of evil.
It feeds on human blood, like the devil.
It declares all the human values dead,
And confines feelings and dreams to the bed.
All things are give and take relationships,
And nothings holy- heard it from its lips.
But that is not all, he now claims it owns
Us all for its own ends, down to the bones.
Such is what I have heard and such I fear,
Will come to pass unless we cause it to veer.”

Having heard the evidence, the jury,
Came to conclude it was cause for worry.
They all then decided to meet later,
With the bat and the man, altogether.
Better decide before seeds are planted,
Than repent when the crops are harvested.

The later was sooner than then t’was thought,
The group in the quadrangle was soon sought.
There then ensued a fiery play of words,
And silence was maintained by those accursed.
For what to speak when there really is none,
Better remain silent, than come undone.
Better remain silent and watch and wait,
Than state early where you shall push your weight.
Watch therefore, and carefully analyze,
Of possible undertones now surmise.
Uncovered to them the heavenly truth,
They guard it jealously- guardians of sooth.
The only ones to see all, they remain,
Safe in silence, their eternal domain.

Meanwhile those who had to, did take a stand,
One called for clearness and truth at hand.
The other called for peace and dispersal,
So love could be pursued, universal.

In reality, such was the waste of time,
That then any one would say “what a lime!”
Such was the end of that once august day,
That December would come under its sway.
The group parted each to their own,
While Ate cheered at the dissension sown.

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! now that I have your attention, this small flyer is to inform the general mass, the ignoramus, the idiots who claim to think, that I have a blog. I dont yet know why I decided to create it, nor do I promise to write in it regularly. It is not for your reading pleasure... so dont expect me to write things  you like. My regards to your comments will be BALLS! which is good for you coz I wont delete them... or discuss them. Dont bother to thank me coz I dont care. If something really catches your fancy, DONT PLAGIARISE to show your unwanted appreciation. That will be so good of you all thatI may even go on writing things which you accidently like.