Daaru

Drunken stupor. You sit there in the car, your head against the window. The feel of the cool glass on your face. The street lights... they pass you by. You see and you try and make sense of what you see. Your heart floats. Your thoughts escape to the world more real. Everything is going to be alright, at-least that's what you believe. You are trapped... trapped in a golden glass. It's cold out there... cold enough to ignite the fire inside you. You don't want to escape. Don't even try. Give in. Feel the freedom that was never meant to be felt. Now, you drift off to sleep. The lone passenger on a ship... a ship sailing in turbulent waters. Now, you are there, though not for long. The ocean is vast, far vaster than land. You own it, though, only for a little while. Go ahead and feel what it is to be a demigod.

For Her.

There was a time, when we were poor together. She and I. We were happy. We were glad. There was immense joy and every obstacle was a challenge. Every hardship infused us with life. Now here we are, in palaces and swimming in a pool of gold. But we are surrounded by a miasma of yearning whispers and undecipherable moans. Trapped in our wants.Blind. Two pebbles broken from the same stone, thrown together, landing on different sides of the hill. Now we roll off in different directions. There we are, now, at the bottom. Long afterwards, when we we will be grounded to dust and the the face of the world has changed.. we will meet then... particle by particle, grain by grain.. a whole stone again.

A Stranger To Satisfaction.

Poisoned with knowledge,
He knew too much.
He could see the parts in the whole.
He could see the layers of paint in the painting,
The artist's blunders,
The colors that made the art.

On the bed,
Sweaty skin,
Underneath a dying ceiling fan,
He decided to search,
For a hole,
Out there, somewhere,
In which to bury the knowledge.


Out there,
In amidst the people now,
He knew he wasn't human enough,
Or maybe he was the only human.
He knew he was a complex chemical compound,
So were they all,
His species, i.e.
But they did not know that,
How could that be?

All that they could feel,
All that they saw and did,
A result of the compounds inside their body,
Cells and bones were all they were,
Why could they not see?


Knowledge was a weapon,
So be it, he thought.
I will make them see.
They need to know, more than anything else.
A terrorist, I will be.

CONFRONT.

NOW IS THE TIME,
NOW IS THE MOMENT,
TIME TO LEAVE YOUR UNDERGROUND CAVE,
TIME TO LEAVE THE WOMB,
THE WORLD AWAITS YOU,
THE AUDIENCE WAIT WITH BATED BREATH...
FOR THE CONFRONTATION.

YOU VS. YOU.
LIVE TELECAST FROM THE CENTER OF YOUR BRAIN,
THE VULTURES ARE ALREADY UP IN THE AIR,
THEY'LL REACH YOUR CARCASS BEFORE YOU LAY YOURSELF TO WASTE.
BUT DON'T YOU WORRY,
THINK ABOUT THE CONFRONTATION.


UNLEASH THE SWORD,
MAZES OF CYNICAL BARBS,
MOAT WITH WOODEN STAKES TIPPED WITH POISONED STEEL,
YOU LOCK YOURSELF OUTSIDE,
OUTSIDE YOUR OWN SELF,
YOU BROUGHT ABOUT THIS CONFRONTATION.

CHARGE.
ARMORED CARS, ARMORED HORSES,
BURN DOWN YOUR OTHER SELF.
NO, NO. DON'T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT THIS ASSHOLE,
DON'T YOU DARE ANALYZE,
THINK AFTER YOU KILL,
WHEN YOU HAVE BURIED YOUR OTHER SELF IN HIS GRAVE,
REMORSE IS NOT GREATER THAN LIFE,
LIFE IS NOT GREATER THAN BEING ALIVE.
NO MATTER WHAT, YOU WILL COME OUT A WINNER,
FROM THIS CONFRONTATION.