City of virtue of vice

Quietly deprived of a silence within
the bandit emperor was caught by its kin
a talker it was of winds and miles
It galloped away across the isles

thrown in dungeon with no light to fright
the Bandit Emperor thought of its blight
It cried aloud to the might of all,
with a gust of silence as madness befalls

"When is the winter, that come and rain?
a success so reclaimed, it shan't live in vain
My love as she waits, in a fortress of the frail
i have to travel far and away"

A fortress in sight and a mile too far
with open arms and a heart too scarred
she waits for it, her lover in disguise
in the city they say of virtue of vice

an oubliette of hope in the dungeon of qualms
a descendant of rage, of calm he was
the Bandit Empror bruised from the dark
shone with a genteel on his stallion and stark

He galloped away across the isles
his kins browbeaten from the aura of might
the bandit Emperor strode the ice
towards the city they say of virtue of vice

"Welcome my lover, you come alone?
a battalion an army i thought your borne!
from the kingdom of ice you journeyed this far
alleged, alleged, alleged in amour"

"bandit you are, i don't want no more
i should have told, i know, a traitor i were
meet my kingdom and my prize
welcome my lover, to the city, they say of virtue...of vice"
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Alcheringa

A Dream,

is where it starts.
A rush of blood to the head
and I dive in my colourful fantasy.
With the Red Fire in me,
I am what I want to be.
Like the Green in the wild,
I spread my roots,
or from behind the Blue skies,
watch all moves.
Amidst this fantasy,
all they say.....
"Its just a dream".
I wake up... and with
a rush of blood to the head,
I dive ...

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The god that failed

A wretched ruler, he stands by the wall
playing the one with his ping pong ball
an ether of uncertainty, it prevails
he was the god, that failed

Indicted awaiting the habeas of corpus
he walks by the gloom, a passage through vein
pictures of forgotten, memories of anonymous
Jack and Iris are ones that ordain

An Iris within she speaks to him
"different were you and yet the same
you walked by glory and spelled an honour
where is the one that made you in valour?"

He reaches for Iris and Jack bellows
"You are the lost one and now no more
of times and their purples you followed and erred
what is it you oft now mutter?"

Of the minions he cried aloud
"detested souls you need not laud
i am the one you chose to bow
sad it be true, as i so lay here indevout"

To Jack and Iris he denounced
"ordinary you made me you made me god
you gave me freedom to do not what
you failed me once and failed once more
alas you failed in failing thou"

"I pass my distress as unto thy
i let them be as without my
i decry my freedom as now no more
i shall walk and walk like god never before"

An Iris she flows she does with caress
the Jack downtrodden, oppressed and backlashed
smooth is she, he lies travailed
together they whisper with history betrayed
"you are the one and the god that failed"

Everytime

Sometimes there's a person within me who's away from me

Sometimes i watch silly things and feel happy about it

Sometimes i like the girl i like and sometimes i don't
I haven't told her yet and i don't know when but maybe sometime i shall know

Sometimes i feel like living those moments again
Just the moments not the day and sometimes both

Sometimes i feel life is good after all and i never know untill its gone
Sometimes i feel life is a song and each and every word adds melody if not meaning
and sometimes i wish it were several songs

Sometimes i fall in love over and over again
and sometimes my mum asks me not to fall but i can't ask her how
Sometimes i tell the story of my love's lives that never took place
and sometimes i am the only one who listens

Sometimes i wish i knew the answers not the questions and sometimes neither matters
Sometimes i wish i stop wondering
and sometimes i pause and stop wondering, just when she asks me "what are you wondering"?

Sometimes i look at her closely when she's not aware, and i like doing it

Though not sometimes.....everytime, everytime

--
For a someone who shall read it sometime

Leave Home

Leave home
Leave it
Leave things while you can
Leave it for you won’t let you

Leave your seatbelt, your car
Leave your cigar, your smoke
Leave your desk, your chair
Leave your workspace
Leave your work, leave the space
Leave him, leave her, leave them

Turn back, pull back, don’t look back
Move, lift, hold, smile, speak the last words
Leave home
For leaving.....is living

Max Payne - Chapter One

Narrator: There are three things you are going to like about the future. One you are not alone, you are always with yourself. Two, Nothing would matter. Three, you will get to know Max Payne.

It was a sultry night as it always was. The rain seeds had failed to do their part and now it was overcast and torrid. Gushed with sweat all over her she ran to her room and locked it from inside. No one from the outside could get in and no one was there outside. She lived in the apartment all by herself. Locking her up was a part of her since antiquity but now is her predisposition. She looked outside her bleak window to see a barren outdoor.

It used to rain then. The rain seeds were never needed. And she would rush back home with the same jubilance as she would now and then she would lock herself up. But this time it was different. She walked home slow drenched with the torrential downpour. There was a fragrance in the air that was distinct, it was irritating and she didn't mind it. The dark thundering clouds had proved wrong the old adage "a thundercloud produces no rain" for that night it rained and she would remember it for the rest of her blighted life.

Narrator: It's known and it's strange how an overcast cloud makes everything below it lose all it's luster and shine. All the glory, the golden, the color, all of it lost in the uneventful takeover by black. And this black eventually takes over lives, people's lives.

She walked over to the door and there stood awaiting were pairs of torpid eyes glittering towards her. All of them moist with fresh pearls that may have melted off them. They were dressed in variations of white but deep within them was a black, a hole as big to annihilate all the pearls that had fallen in it. An anxiety grew within her and the only question that came to her mind was "who?"

Standing by the window she would often try and forget that night by trying and remembering that night. This was not possible and she knew it very well. But in the present day it did not matter much, for she was soaked in a world of her own. Enclosed by walls and a door, she was trying to escape from her and the only little amount of help whatsoever she got was from it. There lay in the corner with pages torn apart the graphic, Max Payne.

End of Chapter One.

Pair of lies

The Impulse:

It lasts just a moment long. You pause, you exchange and you move on. It’s quite strange that it happens the way it does for out of your whole preempted life, with everything in your life happening and not happening just the way it should happen and not happen, out of nowhere you exchange those glances. And there you go. Things pause, life pauses, you look up, turn back and you try and find where has she gone, but no you can’t find her because it was momentary and it’s over now. It’s like one of those electric impulses you might get while turning on an archaic switch and you go like “whoa! What what was that” and you are brought back to consciousness, an awaken state. You look at the switch find nothing wrong and get back to what you were doing. You don’t realize that somewhere within that impulse just brought back in you what you had lost! This is the journey of Javed.

Javed and Aali:

He lay there in the swamp, filthy, his heart in his hand, grimed with all the red wine that spewed across from it. His body had lost about a quarter of the red wine but his soul was lost forever in the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever come across. Even the red wine couldn’t have brought Javed the happiness in seeing those eyes again and his heart kept growing weaker, but he had to live for the impulse had brought him to this bliss and he was just there.

He got up, he didn’t remember who he was. Vicarious memories of her flashed across him. Even more transcendent were the visions of the zombies grasping him, pulling him back into where he had come from; his past. She was beautiful, happy, dancing, fluttering and they were gruesome, horrific terrorizing his oblivious construct of her, Aali. But Javed was not aware of the reality. For him reality was a concoction of the real and the delusional with the only absolute being her eyes. Wonderful was his world that he had constructed with a mere exchange of glances. It started right there and ended right there with everything in between. And his only mantra for survival was to look into those glistering eyes, with just about three quarters of red wine and his heart still pumping.

The lies:

In those days people carried their heart in their hand. It was difficult all right, but one knew it for sure when the heart was beating! He nimbled across the streets, his impetuous eyes moving across faces, exchanging glances but none of them had the same impact as the one he was looking for. In through the lanes, several of them, imperative to find her and his thirsty eyes turning desperate, he turning outrageous, an ardent fire burning within, his desperate eyes turning sore and his heart spewing even more red wine. He had to find her. This had to happen. This could not not happen, it was written down in the relics and he knew it. And there; he saw Aali, in the most exquisite splurge of beauty, sullen, solitary, inadvertent there she sat around the corner. Happy, dancing, fluttering, these were the images that were meant to flash. But it was different this time. Her face covered with a veil revealing just that what mattered. The images, yes they did flash by......those were the most beautiful pair of lies.