Forget me when I die
When in ashes my wanton passions lie
When you have toasted me as the recent dead
With the man you have chosen instead
But why do you forget me now
I don't ask for anything from you anyhow
Why do you alive me kill
I acknowledge I have for receiving you no skill
Nothing from you do I expect
For I know in your life I am less than an insect
Why then push me away
When your voice gives me reason on Earth to stay
Why I am I rambling such utter lies in verse
When to me you are polite and friendly not terse
Why do I malign your form
When you have unleashed no impolite storm
Why do I not recognise your choice
To have another a different voice
I don't deserve that I know
Why then in my mind on you rancours sow
I don't know about you I can't tell
This is truth though my passions for no dime will I sell
I made a mistake to feel for you
Knowing and Warned that you I cannot woo
You have no fault the fault is mine
That I have let such slanderous thoughts in my mind shine
It was my fault not yours that for you I felt
But something more confusing never have I dealt
Sorry that I use you in this set of line
I will remain obsessed though you may never be mine
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Mindreader:Requiem
(This is the last Episode of Mindreader Series, The other four Mindreader, Mindreader Once Again, Mindreader in Deluge, Mindreader Apotheosis are in the Order in THE BLOG) The day is dusty. The streets of this hell hole called Arizona is always dusty, the damn climate makes it difficult to see clearly, forget killing. The poor Melissa, she is thinking she is on a Holiday with her hot Indian Fiancee, she doesn't know that this day-trip involved a death, it was impossible for her to visualise such an animal hate in any human being, let alone in the being of her delicate poetic Fiancee but there it was effervescent and lying just under the surface.
Our boy had grown up into a man but was yet the child that had but impulsively killed a bird. He had learnt not to take the harsh rigours on the emotional contour of life. He was strong and not only in body but also in mind for else he could never have endured so many deaths and yet go on living as each time he died along with his victims. He had the physical strength to bring the balance by killing evil in this world. A life spent in Gym had given him the physique Adonias and Apollo would have envied. He had satisfied each second of his life with Exotica that Aphrodite and Urvashi would have shamed and yet he had taken grief, joy ectasy and pain with the same breath but he had never learnt to live by the heart. The fool thinking that because he had never used his heart, his heart had died but the heart never dies. He had not learnt to be as Heartless as he hoped to be nor was he ever heartless and this was only proved when that fool gave his heart to the one person he never imagined he would. He had only slept with all those voluptuous women but he had never loved them, he came to love the tranquil blue of Melissa not the fiery red of her sister.
Again now he was getting ready to kill her. He knew her routine better than herself. At exactly eight she would come to the balcony of the room they shared and would think he has gone for a jog. Her Bodyguards thought they had secured every room from where a sniper could hit her but they discounted our boy's tremendous skill. He was too far away for them to have accounted for but his gun was a modified weapon capable of Distance and Accuracy. Actually it was a prototype for the United States Marines but he had enough friends. He had made love to her fiercely the last night for the black night was but a preparation for the Golden Day Of Death.
She always was punctual and he was ready as well. The Gun was levelled its barrels black and glinting in the sunlight. The hard roof seemed tense to the hunter's stance of the boy he was ready. Every cord like the fatal day when he had taken the red bird. The catapult was no more, the gun in his hand seemed hungry and baying for blood, but whose? His back tensed, the sweat shirt stuck to his back with sweat. He had never sweated before prior to the killing call. He straightened, she was here.
He lined his sight. Melissa, peaceful Blue Melissa whose tranquil waters had quenched the Eternal Fire of his life. Her curves, her body he followed from her toes to her ample sustenance, nothing to break his resolve. He had burned in much more pleasureable fires but then her face. His sight would have broken was he not rivetted on it. Those lips, that brow had taken away the heart he had thought he had managed to throw away and now she owned it. Those eyes, ahh those maddening eyes that taught him to live that made him hope he had lived in some other way, that made him wish for a life he never had. Those Goddamn eyes.
His sight was blurred, the tears were blinding the sight and the resolve of the gun. She can't die, she shouldn't die, stupid Bodyguards save her seemed to emanate from his soul. She can't die, her waters many needed to quench their thirst of life. She would not die but what was he without his fire, who was he without his fire. Her stupid bodyguards in their arrogance had made her his easy target but she cannot die that would be unfair.
But then perhaps the two-bit red bird's curse would come true. Perhaps fireless he would not live a broken life, perhaps it would be the red fire that would burn to ashes, the blue water would not be damned. Seeking his soul for answers and requests the hair trigger in his hand was made ready. The time had come for Destiny and Fate to decide.
The Gun was levelled, the trigger pressed. The bullet went like the catapult dart in the same parabolic path. It bent and a chest pain hit our poor boy, in blinding agony he saw Phoebe hidden by even greater incardine... the two bit red bird was here. The boy smiled as agony burned his soul and body and racked his brain Melissa was saved. His heart had decided to stop but the boy held on watching dazed as his gun fell storeys below. It was again the same day, again the bullet dipped and again the Bird's chest was there in between the trajectory. Again the sweet fountain splashed as the dart went in. Blinding pain racked the very essence of the boy as he gazed at his soul being ripped and yet smiled at the perfect beauty, Melissa was saved. His chest burned with its own fire but Melissa was saved.
But what use is water if there is no fire to quench. What good is love if both don't take equivalent Judicial stretch, as Melissa seemed to straight stare at his soul and amid his soundless scream the bullet penetrated the two-bit bird and cut the soft bosom of Melissa. Then both agonised seemed to stretchedly witness each other's soul through the gloom of darkness in their common pain, the red bird fell to rise again in spirited form like the time last
Listen Mortal though are both rigours of pain
Know this in life both you true Love did gain
A gift to all Gods did not give
But together you were not meant to live
Die now with forgiven sins
Hate me not shooter for not protecting her from your pins
You have been punished enough
And Life to her would have been tough
SO what if the joy of living you both could not gather
Gaze at each other as you die together
In a few more seconds, this time for real, the flame from this world was quenched as metres away the blue water too having done its job did evaporate.
Our boy had grown up into a man but was yet the child that had but impulsively killed a bird. He had learnt not to take the harsh rigours on the emotional contour of life. He was strong and not only in body but also in mind for else he could never have endured so many deaths and yet go on living as each time he died along with his victims. He had the physical strength to bring the balance by killing evil in this world. A life spent in Gym had given him the physique Adonias and Apollo would have envied. He had satisfied each second of his life with Exotica that Aphrodite and Urvashi would have shamed and yet he had taken grief, joy ectasy and pain with the same breath but he had never learnt to live by the heart. The fool thinking that because he had never used his heart, his heart had died but the heart never dies. He had not learnt to be as Heartless as he hoped to be nor was he ever heartless and this was only proved when that fool gave his heart to the one person he never imagined he would. He had only slept with all those voluptuous women but he had never loved them, he came to love the tranquil blue of Melissa not the fiery red of her sister.
Again now he was getting ready to kill her. He knew her routine better than herself. At exactly eight she would come to the balcony of the room they shared and would think he has gone for a jog. Her Bodyguards thought they had secured every room from where a sniper could hit her but they discounted our boy's tremendous skill. He was too far away for them to have accounted for but his gun was a modified weapon capable of Distance and Accuracy. Actually it was a prototype for the United States Marines but he had enough friends. He had made love to her fiercely the last night for the black night was but a preparation for the Golden Day Of Death.
She always was punctual and he was ready as well. The Gun was levelled its barrels black and glinting in the sunlight. The hard roof seemed tense to the hunter's stance of the boy he was ready. Every cord like the fatal day when he had taken the red bird. The catapult was no more, the gun in his hand seemed hungry and baying for blood, but whose? His back tensed, the sweat shirt stuck to his back with sweat. He had never sweated before prior to the killing call. He straightened, she was here.
He lined his sight. Melissa, peaceful Blue Melissa whose tranquil waters had quenched the Eternal Fire of his life. Her curves, her body he followed from her toes to her ample sustenance, nothing to break his resolve. He had burned in much more pleasureable fires but then her face. His sight would have broken was he not rivetted on it. Those lips, that brow had taken away the heart he had thought he had managed to throw away and now she owned it. Those eyes, ahh those maddening eyes that taught him to live that made him hope he had lived in some other way, that made him wish for a life he never had. Those Goddamn eyes.
His sight was blurred, the tears were blinding the sight and the resolve of the gun. She can't die, she shouldn't die, stupid Bodyguards save her seemed to emanate from his soul. She can't die, her waters many needed to quench their thirst of life. She would not die but what was he without his fire, who was he without his fire. Her stupid bodyguards in their arrogance had made her his easy target but she cannot die that would be unfair.
But then perhaps the two-bit red bird's curse would come true. Perhaps fireless he would not live a broken life, perhaps it would be the red fire that would burn to ashes, the blue water would not be damned. Seeking his soul for answers and requests the hair trigger in his hand was made ready. The time had come for Destiny and Fate to decide.
The Gun was levelled, the trigger pressed. The bullet went like the catapult dart in the same parabolic path. It bent and a chest pain hit our poor boy, in blinding agony he saw Phoebe hidden by even greater incardine... the two bit red bird was here. The boy smiled as agony burned his soul and body and racked his brain Melissa was saved. His heart had decided to stop but the boy held on watching dazed as his gun fell storeys below. It was again the same day, again the bullet dipped and again the Bird's chest was there in between the trajectory. Again the sweet fountain splashed as the dart went in. Blinding pain racked the very essence of the boy as he gazed at his soul being ripped and yet smiled at the perfect beauty, Melissa was saved. His chest burned with its own fire but Melissa was saved.
But what use is water if there is no fire to quench. What good is love if both don't take equivalent Judicial stretch, as Melissa seemed to straight stare at his soul and amid his soundless scream the bullet penetrated the two-bit bird and cut the soft bosom of Melissa. Then both agonised seemed to stretchedly witness each other's soul through the gloom of darkness in their common pain, the red bird fell to rise again in spirited form like the time last
Listen Mortal though are both rigours of pain
Know this in life both you true Love did gain
A gift to all Gods did not give
But together you were not meant to live
Die now with forgiven sins
Hate me not shooter for not protecting her from your pins
You have been punished enough
And Life to her would have been tough
SO what if the joy of living you both could not gather
Gaze at each other as you die together
In a few more seconds, this time for real, the flame from this world was quenched as metres away the blue water too having done its job did evaporate.
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