Late Nightlife

Nocturnal canine congress
Scared the shit out of the drunken nomad
Corrupt cosmopolitan well wishers
Sink in their blood tooth
The lively land lady lies nearly dead
Zombied and blood sucked
She goes to sleep
Mute and broken
Behind the dark cascade
Once starlit, now no more.

Angry bullets of intolerance set the nation’s tear glands rolling
Corporate sponsored mockery pretending to console the wail
Khadi clad monkeys brag on prime time television
House wives stare into flat screen gory soap dried eyes
And serial killed grief
Heads roll, chairs fall
Sons fall asleep in cold wooden caskets
Luxury abode lies caramelized
Fine Chinese draperies, exotic glass chandeliers
Lava down the silent corridors
Porcelain tea cups drained with the ashes of vengeance
Molten Persian rugs soak in the tender flesh of tomorrow
Burnt flesh thickens the gravy of tragedy
Rich and the powerful shall be haunted for years to come
Fearless ignorance invokes the orgy of terror and death
Mothers wailing on both sides of evil
Star-lit sky wears the veil of racial fury
Evil gorging on human salami sandwiches
Lazy mornings bathed in golden sunlight
Champagne nights filled with patrician cacophony
Carcass soup thickens in the melting pot worth a one week scoop
News peddlers hawking recent footages on television footpath
Fighting for the voyeurs’ nanosecond attention span
Blood stained nightmares blemishing the city’s silver screen mindscape

I wouldn't mind at all if you decided one fine day that I don't deserve to live anymore. But then, you will have to take up the burden of the misery of my life. You will also take the pain to understand the meaning of my seemingly meaningless existence. If it's all OK with you, then maybe we should meet up somewhere and sit down to sign the deal. I have nothing much to think over 'coz I have been pondering over these thoughts ever since I was born. I know I should have made the offer long time ago. But I thought, let's give life a chance to prove me wrong. It did not surprise me even a bit when I realised that I'm still right. For what more can you expect from misery wrapped up in superficial scum. Its quiet fascinating to note that in spite of our superior intelligence, we the smartest of all creations constantly refuse to understand the overestimated importance that we tend to attach to our lives. Or maybe we are a bunch of guinea pigs sent down to calculate the possibilities that might exist for some 'yet-to-come' higher race. Just imagine the futility of our over grown egos and mutually mutilating tendencies in order to reach short term selfish goals. Aren't we living in a dangerously complex fool's paradise? Yes, we are. Living a life filled with vague assumptions about the past based on which the fool foresees an unrealistic bright future for himself. Mankind's biggest misfortune is he himself. Marching ahead towards a bleak future saturated with nuclear waste and air filled with hostility.

I finally decided to get back to blogging again. I have no idea why I didn't write for so long. Not that I'm a great writer, but still writing is something I would like to get myself into on a deeper level. For the last couple of months I have been through a lot of chaos and emptiness. The reason for the same I'm still not aware of. Was it the kind of people I interacted with which sent me into a negative spiral? Or was it something intrinsic which made me go through a phase of dark moods and violent nightmares? I'm still confused. But then I'm feeling a bit better now. I think expressing yourself is in a way healing too. Tired of being hopeless, I have decided to change my outlook and my lifestyle. I'm too young to get depressed and lonely. I need to take ownership of my actions. Thanks to what I have gone through, one thing I learnt was that intoxication never enhances your problem-solving skills. It is just another endless road to misery. I mistook all the people I interacted with to be my friends. I was so naive and immature. Now I'm more careful with people. That is not enough. I need to learn how I can use them for my good if I need to be happy and content in this hostile world. The world you see around is so different from what you were taught in school. Why did they fool us? They should have been frank to us. But then even the schools are very much part of this mean world. So who am I? Why can't I fit in here? Let me wait for some more time. Things are definitely going to get better. Optimism sounds so fake. I better get used to it or else I shall perish. The world expects you to be logical and reasonable. That is how you can fit in and pretend to be happy. Initially it might be difficult to pretend. Slowly you get used to it, like an actor getting used to the mask he wears. And finally you start believing it to be real. That is the end of your misery. Welcome to this plastic paradise. kill your emotions, kill it till you feel numb all over. Remember you can't be happy if you get involved with the miseries of this world. Always stay away from that which doesn't affect you. Don't let the scriptures and the wise men mislead you. Scriptures are outdated and the wise men are too old to lead you. Too old to understand that man is not what he is but what he has. One of those practical and ruthless facts you need to believe in if you intend to survive here.

Social impotence

There is something wrong. There is something seriously wrong, I say. And I' m talking to you. You, with vested interests and selfish propagandas.You, the mute spectator at the slaughter house of innocence. Babies get raped in broad daylight, brothers fall asleep in cold, wooden caskets. And you flip through blood stained pages with utter indifference. You, the face of the millenium mankind. A new race found on beastial intentions and cruelity of thoughts. I dislike you, from the pit of my wailing heart. Don' t you dare to be my saint again.