Yellow strips on a red tie...

all rite...on pyromaniac's insistence i post my latest poem written durin a sleepy lecture i had to attend to rectify my ever-dwindling attendance...


YELLOW STRIPS ON A RED TIE…

Yellow strips on the red tie
dazzle the eye
as sonorous rumbling echoes
off the ever-shrinking walls –
The classroom threatens
to swallow you whole.
It lets off a reverberating yawn;
its hand rises to cover the mouth –
trying to hide the ferocious teeth
and the awning dark hole within –
but not too quickly.
The act of hiding itself reveals
what no amount of bragging can achieve.
Like the coy gestures of a young maid
who hurriedly covers her bosom;
yet she delays for the fraction
of an infinitesimal second.
Short enough to be missed
in the blinking of one’s eye, yet
long enough to ignite
the passion to consume a lifetime.
The ominous tie swirls
catching one’s mind as firmly
and irrevocably as a death-trap.
It moves and your mind
swings along with it –
all the way, all along
its pendulous movement,
entranced by its kaleidoscopic patterns.
To and fro it swings
as rhe tiny figure behind it
rocks on his feet –
trying to entrance the room
filled with sleepy eyes.
But he fails as he pits his charm
against that of his diminutive tie.
Trying to pierce the juvenile defenses;
raising his voice – of no avail;
A deafness of mind
not of the ears, he faces.
Locked out of our world of fantasy
the blank stares are all he can see.

shibin's socks

psycho me???...look who's talking 'mad cow'...ha
my followers dont be vexed...these are words from a troubled mind...mind him not.
but he is right we are not sane people...statutory warning to all unwary wanderers...reading this blog can drive you crazy n the owners are not liable to pay any damages except maybe sponsor a vodka shot for the poor guy...if that does not restore full brain functionality nothing will...in that case the person concerned gets...an invitation to co-host this diabolical blog and rope in still more unwary souls in servitude to the devil himself....
in defense of my dear friend pyromaniac i must add that his armpits donot smell dat bad (not dat i've evr chanced to smell them myself thank god!)....but what is gauranteed to screw a guy's brains forever is a whiff of his socks...they epitomize evil, why its an abode of satan himself...
and to tell you the truth that is the reason for our insanity...a quick sniff of his socks catching us completely unawares....and all our life lies in ruins...any hope of redemption lost forever...

shantaram

"I smoked in those days days because like everyone else who smokes I wanted to die atleat as much as I wanted to live"
Gregory David Roberts "Shantaram"

amazing lines...they ring a not so true dat they strike da very depths of ur soul n make u wonder "why the fuck didnt I think of that?"...
the book is an awesome piece of work ...geniuses arent born evryday, they're a rare find...so hey Greggy, im sure u get this from ur fans all da time but as one genius to another,i say, nice work man keep it up...n dats pretty rare so treasure it...im sure u will.

(PS: hey karla, in case u r out there...u mite b a bitch but i luuuuuv u)

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring;
renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
J.R.R. Tolkien

muuaaahhhhh.....da devil has arrived...screw all filthy ye filthy earthlings with your wretched lives...

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