The alliteration Dogs

A man's destiny under the sun

2010-01-06T22:07:00.002+05:30

hidden squint as sunshine flows

troubled, worried, serene, fun

black tint on bamboos show

A man's destiny under the sun

Merry Christmas

2009-12-25T00:04:00.002+05:30

Fleeting memories

non existant joy

stuck in the storm

are lonely trees

Shades of black

a mirror of lies

sought space in

your holy heart

Merry be your spirit

merry be the world

sing along the jingles

celebrate a merry christmas

Your filth alleviates my guilt

2009-12-23T19:57:00.002+05:30

Your filth alleviates my guilt

I see you survive

inspite of your filth

I see you dont

attempt to hide it

you seem to enjoy

flaunting it

or maybe you forget

to pretend

when it forces itself out

I see the false anger

when I point out

I see the clumsy smile

when i catch you red handed

and your filth alleviates my guilt

Now I see why people ask me

not to mind you

why people tell me

not to care what you think

but i never understood why

and i felt guilty as you walked by

but now your filth alleviates my guilt

Fragrance from a dead flower

2009-12-23T19:55:00.001+05:30

The spirit might be extinct

but the memories still live

like a crushed toad yelling

a dead rose still smelling

a dead soul living

the fragrance from a dead flower

I see your itch

2009-12-22T21:31:00.002+05:30

Masking the poison with ivy

hiding fiery heat in your heart

through the black of your eyes

my gut senses your lies

Suffer in sleep

think and shudder

cry and weep

submit and surrender

Intense hate wrapped in honey

your gait on a well known path

I see your itch walk past me

I'd rather pass than grapple

Not like I'm blind

I just choose to walk past

because I'm aware of the end

and I see your itch.

Shipwreck

2009-03-26T23:09:00.002+05:30

So close to the shore

Never felt pain before

Cold water gently seeps

through a heart that weeps

puts an end to the suffering

of once-upon-a-time the water's king

Not a soul in sight

neither fight nor flight

Surrender to the water

Just take me in faster

I want to sleep in the muddy floor

take me in come open the door

All I need now is company

just someone to die with me

I hear the sea gulls cry

I see the oceans dry

make room for the big guy

to break down and cry

Phoenix

2009-03-09T11:37:00.002+05:30

Happy pretense I keep

Lauging hard all day

Cry myself to sleep

Keep the smiles at bay

I've gone Zombie walking

leaving back bad memories

no more am I the King

seeking justice whatever that is

This is not what I want to be

all I wanna do is weep

shudder in the pain

dissolve in the rain

its not water that consumes

the rain stops and fire resumes

there's fire in the serene sunsets

sweet soups and in hearts

eating up the insides

turning flesh into ashes

but the phoenix rises from its own ashes

and the pheonix rises from its own ashes

Welcome to the world

2009-02-27T14:02:00.002+05:30

This is the world my friend

Welcome yourself to the new thing

do me a favor don seem so stunned

learn to grow you fledgling

Yes your rainbow dreams do get shattered

supposedly moral people do sleep around

spirits dampen and ambitions get thwarted

and yes stars grow on the ground

Somebody sitting somewhere

with the push of a button

through hardware or software

could send you twirling to the bottom

your life depends on the mood

of blood flinging hooligans

move it now don't sit and brood

about blood sucking politicians

Honesty is an common Joke

here integrity getts rebuked

No one here's an average Joe

crack a joke and you could get booked

Dance to your boss's tunes

enact his weird fantasies

this is where sodom looms

don be rigid stand at ease

Climbing up aint so easy

cuz there is no ladder

don't be so queasy

you either feed on it or you're fodder

Spit into the Hourglass

2009-02-06T11:36:00.001+05:30

Part 1: time

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to stop time

spew blood into the hourglass

or simply break down the glass

slow down the Sands of time

throw down Grains into the drain

because its ticking your life away

but blood gushing into sand

coagulates into thick slush

dont you think that distorts time?

slackening the ticking?

It's just a desperate effort

to stop time

part 2: Figure

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You are nothing

but a disgrace to the hourglass

it does take all kinds to make one

so why are u so hung up on perfection?

In an effort to achieve the perfect

the imperfect make the perfect imperfect

they bring shame into the hall of fame

wannabe's curse, u'll never get the name

distort the perfection, distort the fame

if you cant beat them, then you gotta maim

taint the superlative tarnish their game

so getting there is easier for the lame

A lifetime's all I ask

2008-11-21T20:53:00.005+05:30

What rule is this?

I can touch

I can feel

I can hold

But I cannot own

God's gone berserk

He is dancing

He is romancing

He is stomping

all over my life

Don't go outta town

the distance

the time

the days

they freeze me.

Stay here instead or

take memories along

take my love along

take me along

I'll come.

just don't go yet

one more minute

one more year

Just a lifetime

is all I ask.

Don't give up

not just yet

not just now

we've come this far

lets take it farther

Let God listen

to our words

to our decisions

to our love

and change his mind.

Sit with me, honey

be by my side

be close and near

be with me forever

God'll dance to our tunes.

Overkill

2008-11-11T21:38:00.002+05:30

Overkill

Not just fitting the bill

but going over the top

going beyond the hill

Overkill

not premeditated

neither planned nor deviced

but naturally unihibited

Overkill

go for the kill

never stop short

never be Nil

Overkill

beat them black and blue

trash them, dismiss them

eat them all, old or new

Ms. Shenanigan

2008-10-27T02:27:00.000+05:30

Woman, you’re the impersonation of Shenanigan

Henceforth, we’ll call you, our very own Ms. Shenanigan

It’s such a funny sight, to see you waiting for your Knight

Riding on a horse with his armour shining bright

Why do you fail to see the glaring issue?

There’s far too much of that Male-tissue.

Glad to note your masquerade is peeling

For an instant, I can actually see you FEELING!

Dissolving your impregnable mask of impassivity

It’s not anger that I have for you now, but pity.

Your only asset, that snootiness, is truly crumbling

Ms. Shenanigan, do you hear all your dreams rumbling?

Thank that noble, valorous, Templar friggin’ knight,

Of yours, who, somehow, never seemed to fit in right.

Why can’t you see, Ms. Shenanigan, my ma’am?

There’s far too much of that Male-tissue.

But why do you always end up with the wrong one?

I hate to admit it, but I have to give it to you

You’re one goddamn head-to-toe hot woman.

Now, if you ask me that’s not a good thing for you,

Cuz too much heat makes glass cracks from the inside

Just like how, right now, I can see you cracking

Yes, the glass is now creaking, it’s now breaking.

Not that I care, Ms.Shenanigan, but it’s funny

To see you shed a few tears that are un-phony

Look at you seeking attention, Ms. Wannabe-Cynosure

but when you receive it, you show disapproval pure

But, hey, look at you eating up all their compliments

Look at you looking at them, taking it all in

giving them a chance, giving them that winsome smile,

let them try, letting them think they’re succeeding,

albeit just for a minute, tiny, short, little while.

And then you suddenly decide to walk away

Because you’re beyond their reach by a long way

But what’s disgusting is, Ms. Shenanigan

How do you manage to find such a phony ~~MAN~~?

Watch me shake my hips, do the grinds on my bed

Laugh, make merry and sing “haha, you’re dead*”.

*Song: Haha, you’re dead

Artist: Greenday

Album: Shenanigan

Year: 2002

Dedication: To all super hot babes(SHBs) who end up in the arms of the wrong man.

Ambush Me

2008-10-20T15:00:00.000+05:30

Fresh blood flows through veins

from a heart that beats in vain

from a heart that dwells in pain

from the sorrows that will reign

Ambush Me

Lying in wait

Lying to deceive

Lying real low

Lying to my face

Cringing fear that lives

through adrenaline that kills

indecisive thrills, driven by

your ambush, the fear it drills

Ambush Me

Lying in wait

Lying to deceive

Lying real low

Lying to my face

Tired of having to wait

it still isn't too late

just come and lay my bait

lure me into your trap of hate

Growing Fear, still inchoate

don't let it become my trait

this is all I supplicate

serve me my opiate

Come, Ambush Me

Lying in wait

Lying to deceive

Lying real low

Lying to my face

Daddy's Little Girl Child

2008-10-13T18:31:00.000+05:30

Little girl Child

daddy's little girl child

Heaven's angles concurred

and the miracle occurred

Daddy got his little child

chubbiest cheeks, tiny happy feet

complexion a pink - mild

but baby rarely eat :(

look at you all busy playing

with imaginary friends and favorite toys

can't you see daddy behind it all?

Yearning to hold you in his arms, smiling

Daddy wants to carry you high

spin around and play with you

daddy wants to be your world

just as you are his.

Daddy's little child full of mischief

look at that phony wicked smile

I know you're upto something

but I play along cuz daddy dont wanna lose that smile

Your innocence over flowing

through that fountain on your head

your naughtiness growing

to proportions of mountains

Daddy's little child pretending to sleep

daddy reading bed time stories

the moment I stop to see

baby wake up and weep

"Daddy tell me stories, daddy don't stop"

swan white complexion

red velvet, rose petal lips

starry wide eyes conveying confusion

a cute little tummy accompanies yur hips

Daddy don't wanna let go of his angel divine,

Daddy wants you to know, Baby, you're mine.

A whiff of your hair, that smells like baby shampoo

and daddy goes wild, baby, why are you so fine?

Flawless, daddy's one perfect creation

look at you gaze at this world with wonderment

starry wide eyed baby, why do you stare

when daddy holds you so tight?

Daddy don't wanna let go of you

thats why dada hold tight

You can shout all you want, cry or fight

but dada still gonna hold tight

Little Girl child

Daddy's little girl child

with fragrance so mild

that it makes daddy a child.

Will you let me play with you?

If I were a child? Tell me baby?

Shall I just shed my phony years

of experience and become a child again?

Is daddy a fusser? All over you

All the time? Does that irritate baby?

Daddy can't help it precious

You're his jewel, daddy's little child

Daddy not a great lover

Daddy not a great friend

But daddy the best father

and baby just be mine forever.

Nation and its constitution

2008-09-20T19:13:00.000+05:30

It all started with an altercation
about the Degeneration of our nation
with the incarceration and condemnation
of the good, the lack of retribution to the evil.
There were loud swears and open damnation
"We seek Redemption" they yelled
Fair a Just society an illusion
This land and its people - full of pollution
The collision of principles leads to delusion
and hence this derision and this blatant obsession
to yell, scream crib and publicly shun
this damned nation
this damn nation
this damnation.
The craven men with their ravenous desires
they are all indication. Omen.
Finally it dawns on you..realization
of the state of this nation
and then your abdication
of the need for justice
your understanding of the aberrations
leads to your self abnegation
The abortion of your demands
the ablution of you illusions
the acceleration to insanity
confession, connotation, meaningless - our Constitution
Construction corruption crucifixion
democratization decolonization all illusions
the inflation, evasion, happening right in front of your eyes
You finally give up
your 'principle-immolation'
you end up in an institution.
All because of a nation and its so called constitution.

The Swing Summer Song

2008-04-26T21:21:00.000+05:30

Swing Swing
The swing passes by
makes his rhymes
makes you wanna fly
up above the world so high
and soar in the skies
feel like a butterfly
that flutters by
Learn the swing song

Swing Song, the time
he takes your load
and says you're mine
he's a clever mime
teaches you life
forward and backward
in equal parts
learn the swing song

Swing Swoosh
as you swoosh
fall down
break ya crown
make a sound
turn around
get right back
on to the swing
swing teaches you
to persevere.

Swing has a Ring
that creaks as you swing
the rust of iron rings
the sounds that it brings
teach you that old things
have a life too.

The old swing
as forward it springs
teaches you one thing
One very important thing
To move way forward
you have to first go backward
Learn from the swing
this old thing

Learn from her
that even after
the fun
is done
and everyone
has gone
the swing, she
swings by herself.

Learn from her,
this lesson
serve all, spare none
treat all as one
be it an old
or a new bum
that spreads on her
she takes them
for a joy ride.

Its time to make merry

2008-04-26T19:47:00.000+05:30

Long time since we made merry
Oh come on lets all be merry
Throw your sorrows out the window
Quit complaining, Come join the dance
its the festive of joy, get in and prance
Its the birth of a new day
Where hope rises with the sun
where luck falls on you like
fresh dew drops on leaves of maple
You'll feel fresh as an apple
free as if you were in the meadows
the prairies free like the cattle there
with no one to milk your creation
free to graze in the greenest pastures
Sing "The lord is my shepherd"

Its time to bring the guitar and strum
to sing, make some noise or simply hum
its time to be free, this is the sweet song
of life, the sweetness of life
of joy, finding new joy
of creating new life, rejuvenating
break out of your Cocoon, butterfly
with huge wings you shall fly
rule the world, join the merry world
this is how you live,with smiles all around
happiness makes you grow fat and round

Its time to go back to childhood
with that care a damn attitude
throw the world in your pocket
wreck havoc as you play
fiddle with the strings
that control these puppets
change things the way you want
its time to play god
be happy you're god
this is the sweet song
its time to make merry

A secret little blck book

2008-04-24T12:29:00.000+05:30

A secret little black book I keep
Save in it memories of times I have weeped or
Elicited pity from stranger's hearts as I
Craved sympathy as if it were Gold
Rip through the pages only to find untold
Entertaining myself when I'm low and down
Told myself writing it down helps
Lies that flowed out of my tongue
Intelligent mind games that I played
Temples of hope I'd constructed
Truth untold and hidden secrets
Love I kept hidden underneath
Enemies I made involuntarily
Black days filled with tears
Loneliness and the accompanying fear
An account of my personal hell
Clarity I had when I was wronged
Key to my mind and its darkest corners
Best told by the man himself
Of pain and sorrow I've undergone
Of people and words I've had to encounter
Kept locked in my heart forever this
Secret Little Black Book.

Shades of Gray

2008-04-17T15:02:00.000+05:30

In the darkness of the hall
amidst the smell of dungeons,
corpses, blood and dragons
hung a mirror, on the wall.

I stared at my own reflection
at an image, a shade of black
so dark that I was taken aback
The image was in total domination.

The image was alive
staring at me with gray eyes
I've heard of rumors and lies
But the image, not reflection, was alive.

His claws reached for me
held me by my coat's collar
pulled me into the mirror
I'd have given anything to let go and flee.

I was in and the grim reaper of death
is talking to me. I cant see his face
so I stare down at my shoe lace
afraid to look the face of certain death.

Welcome to the world of Gray
he said, like I was in some theme park
Everything you have out there, son,
you also find in here. Mirror Images.

Identical, inverted as in a mirror
All my world lacks is color.
Give up your sense of color
And honor your new father.

What solace do you find in color?
The red of blood and gore
will not bother you anymore
Honor me your new father.

The crimson of tears
the paleness of fear
I shall guard you against
worldly dreads and fears

The red of embarrassment
The purple of shame
Shall do no harm to your name
Come embrace your new father

Death is eternal, my son
unlike life, once you have it
its all yours, your only possession
only death accompanies you into your burial pit.

This is my world,These are my rules
No emotion, no pain, no tears, no rues.
Give up your colors to me, your new lord.
Accept me as your new God.

This is how all badly constructed lies end
"I woke up on my bed towards the end"
The poster in front of me beckoning me
Back into the world of deep dark gray

Here's to you lady luck

2008-02-10T19:20:00.000+05:30

You can abandon me
hire a million demons
to beat the hell out of me.
I'm beaten and battered
Being Eaten and shattered
My skin has peeled
and here I lay and bleed.
Do you still wonder why I smile?
It's because I win.
Unbelievable, isn't it?
Yes lady, I win.
You've beaten me all you can.
I hurt real bad but I smile.
Because you cant hurt me anymore.
You cant go beyond, lady, we're ashore.
You can try but this is all I can hurt.
This is the maximum pain you can give me.
And once someone hits rock bottom,
there is nowhere else to go but above
All I wanna telly you is,
when the going gets tough,
the tough get going.

Lying in the Wild

2008-01-17T16:09:00.001+05:30

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Lying in the wild
the mist around me- not so mild
The nocturnal sounds sending chills
somehow I feel tranquil.

The loneliness is my constant companion
never leaves my side
even in this wilderness
Beaten and bruised
by the vagaries of life
I lie here battered and shattered
by the cruelty of life
I chose this serene spot
to lie and decay.

The hurled insults
the judgments and their judges
the pain from words that prick like thorns
your malicious thoughts blare like loud horns
the inability to do what I want
the impotency
the complacency
the fear of change
I'm sick of it all
Leave me alone I begged
All of you merry men and women

The quest for recognition
thirst for knowledge
and the hypocrisy of it all.
The million wants and few needs
that went unfulfilled
the emptiness filled by a black hole
that sucked up whatever was left in me

I'm tired of it all I told you
I wanted you to leave
but you wouldn't let me go.
I was myself
but you wouldn't let me be
What do i do?
I never bothered you
I was at peace - by myself
In you came and ruined everything
In you all came without my permission
breached my privacy
intruded my thoughts
disturbed my peace
and led my mind
into a riot of thoughts
thoughts that I'm ashamed of,
secrets that burn me alive.
I'm sick of it all.

I didn't want any of you
all I wanted was to be - by myself
at peace
In silence and tranquility
yet you yanked me into your respective worlds
filled me with thoughts and ideas I didn't want
and when I became a part of it
when i was adapting,
you all abandoned me.
Each one of you in your own unique way - hurt me.
Kicked me out of your space and claimed what is yours

I never asked for your approval
I never wanted to be a part of your filthy world
yet you dragged me into it
and now you abandoned me.
When I get over my loss and decide to start from scratch
there you are. Doesn't it get monotonous?

Those fake smiles and white lies
that amount to nothing.
somehow all YOUR sins hit me
they bit me so hard
the pain was excruciating and unbearable.

You destroyed my smiles
shattered the miles i crossed
you wanted to break me
and I was nothing but a toy
You toyed with me
turned me around played with me
till you got bored
till you grew up
and then the toys were not for you
you threw them in the attic

Abandoned forever
to grow old and gather dust
till you remembered this old toy
to come back and toy with it
or dispose it off like you do old stuff
that cant be used.
I'm bored of it all.
I'm sick of it all.

I chose this serene spot
rather than your attic
this noisy jungle
gives me true peace
I choose to lie here and gather dust
or moss
or grow green grass around me
I shall lie here for eternity
I don't want to be picked up by any one
Leave me alone, I beg you again.
I don't want to move
Just lie here vegetate and
mix with the dust
fly in the air
free of any inhibitions
or pain or weight

The mist covers me like a cold blanket
or is it a shroud??
I don't care.
I shall lie here
among these mammals that are
more civil and more loyal
than you animals out there
in your so called "civilized" jungle
I prefer their company
they can lie here next to me
prowl around or devour me
but I'm sure their sharp canines
hurt less than your sharp words.

It is peace I seek
I want no one to find me
I lie here
in peace
It feels like I'm destined for eternal bliss
The tears provide me with all the warmth I need
I shall decay here by my now
with the owls hooting
and the millipedes crawling
the snakes hissing
Let mother nature suck me into warm bosom
I do not wish to burden her anymore
Take me, mother
I come to you.
Leave me alone All of you
I beg of you to leave me and go.

Ms. Kinky and Little Shirley [Confessions of a Porn Star]

2007-12-28T18:05:00.000+05:30

I am a whore.
Yes I am- And I feel no shame
No disgust, repulsion or the need to Blame
I chose my own destiny
I chose my own life
Sex- is a way of life - at least for me
For some its an ice-breaker
for some its sheer fun
for me, its Profession.

Strip tease and lap dance
I've had a lot of fans.
I would violate myself
in front of a thousand lecherous men
howling that gives me a sense of bad omen.
Ogling and taking in every second
raping me with mere eyesight
And I did it all without fore or hindsight.

Its always the Money
with money come men filled with sodomy
and multifarious fetish
They come in all shapes sizes and colors
Some strong, some weak
some long, some meek
I pretend to love it
That I love every damn moment
that I share their fetish.
Till they were convinced, I moaned real bad
that they are the best I've ever had.

Everyone loves to be loved
People have the need to be wanted.
They looked upon me as an object
But I'm their god..Their Holy Mother
That Granted Every wish and eventually suffered.
Its always Pleasure - Plain Pleasure.
"I love sex - I'm addicted to it
Cant do without it, need it, want it
crave for it, panic in the absence of it
gimme SEX" I exclaim.
While I console myself - It's all just a game.
that keeps them going on
and why not make a buck
Whats in a Game that brings you ill fame?
I always give them a Pseudonym.
Never let out my real name.
Probably Out of Shame. Or maybe
All that was mine was just that name.

I've done it on stages,
starred in the movies.
Featured in them Pages
The camera's don't shun me
I've had my lines and said them with Glee
No one's too Hard for Miss Kinky

But there was one man, hard to take
One man, My Biggest Mistake.
Never thought a man would ever
Sweep a whore off her feet
He didn't make passes at her or pinch her bum
He didn't seem to lust her meat.
I was in love. I wanted to quit
I did and I thought we'd be an Instant hit.
Pain alone was left and Reality that Bit.

My only mistake was
to hunt for a man
who wouldn't mind my past
or care a damn
who knew my history
but will not suspect me
of adultery; Not now
Not when I'm pregnant
will not ask his sweet mare
Whose Child it is I bear.

I wanted a man who can trust me good
His return, I thought, I'd give him in bed
But I had nothing special to offer
I was a ripe fruit that tasted bitter
I bore a kid when life Twisted and sputtered
he fucked me hard and when he got his fill
threw me off his back without even a farewell
Took me three days to realize that
I was out of food support and a husband.

Now I have a child. His.
Who cares a damn if it is?
She's my world, My little Girl
Never will I let my Secret Unfurl
I don't want her making men happy, sleeping
and making herself accustomed to weeping.
My diamond will shine
You'll be totally fine
Mommy'll take care honey
Just close your eyes and sleep tight
Mommy'll go to work and bring you bread
Sleep like a baby, Sleep Like a baby
Sleep Like a Baby, Little Miss.Shirley.

A Collection of Poems

2007-12-12T21:32:00.000+05:30

I stumbled upon a scrapbook I maintained a few years ago. It had a collection of poems..my very first ones. Agreed it sounds really childish. And some of them are poor by my own standard. But these were my very first attempts at poetry and obviously I was fascinated by Alliteration even in those days. Today I feel, I have justified this blog's title.

Minima of "M's"

Money makes man maintain Munificency.
Marriage Makes man Maintain Merriness.
Mystery Makes man maintain Meditation.
Malice makes man maintain Mysticism.
Magic makes man maintain mysteriousness.
Mind Makes man maintain Magnanimosity.
Man makes man maintain mankind.
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Maxima of M's

Money makes man a monkey,
a mindless mongolian monkey.
Marriage makes man a misogamist,
A mindless Misogynous misogamist.
Mystery makes man a maniac,
A mindless misunderstanding maniac.
Malice makes man a man-eater,
a mindless magnificent man-eater.

Magic makes man a magician
a mindless mysterious magician.
Mind makes man a maestro
a mindless mechanical maestro.
Man makes man a madman
a mindless megalo-Mainiac.

All M's. I was reading "Anupras Alankar" for my twelfth boards when I came up with both these.
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Succession

What petty crime
worth merely a dine
do you think is fine?
when all the time is thine
and does not ring, the clock's chime.

A little wine and later some sour lime
would not fool thy soldier's in setting the mine
for your enemy and infiltrations across the border line
bringing death, destruction loss and suffering to the life of mankind.
why not, then, let them men have some fun and merry time?
You are cautious O ye king, though you sleep way before your bedtime.
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I really dunno why this poem was named succession. One every line had a few words more than the preceding line. Probably thats why. It addresses a king who sleeps well while his men toil to keep the enemies away from crossing the line. He does not let them lead a normal life but he himself is set in luxury.
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A Year More

As the watery globe makes another
circle around the fiery hell
There rigns another anniv verto bell
Triskai Centums, Sexton Dekas or
a fortnight days multiplied by the day's hours
and five days sometime six
brings a new farewell
Another fool's day to celebrate.

One more wrinkle and lots of white hair
lesser naivete and expanded memoir
Experience and wisdom within
to encounter challenges newer
and radical changes for the better
but the blue sphere stopeth never.
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* A sonnet about a what the end of a year signifies. Watery Globe the earth and fiery hell the sun.
* Triskai Centums - 300, Sexton dekas - 60 - plus five or six days . 365 the number of days in a year. It can also be arrived at by multiplying a fortnight(14) by the day's hours(24) The exact value is 336 but its close. Well I was bad at math back then.

The Rolling Stone

2007-10-21T19:54:00.000+05:30

On a dark night, on the shore
of a river, lay a small stone.
Much like the ones that galore
the banks of the river who moans.

Big, dark and round
Hale, Heavy and sound.
Been sleeping for ages
nascent in his life's stages
unperturbed, undisturbed
indolent and curbed.

That night,
the rains poured,
the winds blew,
lightning whipped,
altering the sky's hue
thunder clapped,
as the tempo grew.

The rain gave him jitters,
shakes and shivers.
He Gathered momentum and "plop"
he fell into the mud slop
and rolled into the river,
the incessant wanderer.

The river welcomed him
He adjusted to his new home
The prospects were dim
but the journey had begun.

As the river mixed with the sea
he rolled, continuing his journey
meets new rocks, sands and eels
there's no fear that he feels.
New mud, new salt, new water
Things seemed a little harder.
The going was tough
the waters were rough.

He got entangled in sea grass
they cut him like shards of glass.
He rested on waterweed.
On him, the fish peed.
Crabs built homes,
He moved on.
Snails walked over him
He shook them off.
Eels electrocuted him,
He pretended not to feel the pain.
Whales danced by him
they tainted him,
they taunted him,
they tantalized him,
they tortured him.
Undaunted but grim,
his resolve flickered dim.

He fell from heights
He endured snake bites
water falls in the waterfalls
along with them, He stands tall.
After a huge leap, a gracious dive
sans fear of any type.
free fall; splashes in the hands
of pools, ponds, rivers and dams.

Every time he hit rock bottom
he hurt, his face got cut
another bruise to harbor
a little more pain to savor.
Keeps moving on
no set destination
neither goal nor aim.

Today, he is a pebble
Soft, smooth and subtle
thanks to the journey;of what
remains only memory.
In the hidden scars,
the closed wounds
he remembers
the stars
but not the moons.

He remembers
he was famous
as a rolling stone
that got no access
to moss or tone.
He remembers
he was stone hearted
to the scratches and dents
that shaped his body.
He remembers
rubbing the waters,
the mud and the blood.
But he doesn't know
or remember why or what
kept him moving on.
He remembers
the hardships he faced
the times he lay dazed
interlaced
between alive and late
an Amphibian by fate.

He is no fish
that needs water.
He is no ant
that needs air, either.
He is no living being,
that needs ether.
He came alone and
alone he shall leave,
or stay.
What attention is anyone
gonna pay?

Dedicated to my driving instructor

2007-09-06T17:26:00.000+05:30

Here's a little imagination. Me and my driving instructor inside the car, having a war of words. This goes especially to you Dumb Asshole. Rest of you, hope you hate your driving instructor as much as I do. If you don have one, then dedicate this to those irritating morons who sit in your car and tell you how to drive it.
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Take a left turn, take a right turn
I'ma burn yo'face and stuff it in an urn.
Push the pedal, shift the gear
Cant you hear the engine hum?
I'ma roast your ass, chop your bum
particulate it on a crocodile's gum*.

Let the clutch go, let my car breathe
press it 'ntha time I'ma break your knee.
One more time you swear obscenities,
I'ma bash yo face and powder yo teeth
spray your body with blood sucking leech
have you chased by a bloodhound bitch.

Don't drive like a dumb fuck, yeah?
Before you turn, use the indicatah.
I'ma shove a shotgun down ya trachea
and become ya goddamn Terminatah.

You drive like a maniac, you're a crazy top
continue and you'll end up beggin' a cop.
Close that stinking hole, shut your fuhkin' trap
I'ma crack open ya skull and stuff in monkey crap.

Turn the lights off, turn the engine off
other way round you'll ruin my car.
I'll twist your head round,
make you see that scar**,
make a little sound and
I'ma make you see stars.

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* Particulate on a crocodile's gum - What I'm trying to say is, I'll chop him into pieces and feed those pieces to a crocodile. Some of the particulates will stick to the crocodile's gum. To make it rhyme, I mashed things up. Hope you don't mind.

** This guy's got a scar on the back of his neck.

In finding...

2007-09-04T21:49:00.000+05:30

Pulverized by a milky white trance,
enchantment that grips me by my hands
holds me tight as a snake charmer
holding a viper at it's neck's corner.
Gripping, choking, garroting, asphyxiating.
I spit, I struggle and suffer at this grating.
It abates my strength, molests my sense,
all the while mocking at my impotence.

Serendipitous I was, finding light in dark
finding purpose and making a mark.
Favored I was, finding direction when lost.
Finding hidden paths in desolated land mass.
Blessed I was in finding an Oasis here
where I know not a soul but you, my dear.

A murder by the C

2007-08-25T20:59:00.000+05:30

Cajoling Crows scream and eat to the brim
to what Clairvoyants Consumed and predicted
Country Columnists are churning out Cover stories
Cantankerous Consolers have nothing to offer
as Callous Criminals kill at will
Cunning Chaperons fake a few tears
Coy Cowards shy themselves away
Colossal Calls made to the authorities
while the Candles Cringe and crumple with time
to mourn the death of this Composed Count.

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If at all you are impressed with this, don't be. Its no big deal. Just write down all the words that you know that begin with the particular letter...One verb and another adjective. Then try to make sentences using these words. The tough part is to match it with a theme. Like how here we have matched everything somehow to a the murder of a count. The title tells you its by the sea but its got nothing to do with the theme. The sea is unnecessary but looked good so I included it.

She blows;The Storm

2007-08-20T21:16:00.000+05:30

Airing the lonely roads, she blew
Bellowing Sandstorms, and kicking up the dust
Chaperoning none, Demolishing everyone
Eying the skies and Firing our eyes
Garroting the necks and Hitchhiking
Irking our minds
Jumping on our faces insidiously
Killing our hopes
Lying still but ready to fire
Marring all sweet vacation plans
Nesting herself on our lost minds
Objecting to every thought of ours
Prying open unknown thresholds within
Quenching her own thirst
while leaving us Running
Standing tall and Talking loud
Understanding our confusion
Volleying with our sanity
Wishing us no good
Xing our only solace
Yawning at our boring lives
Zeroing in on her target
She blows; The storm.
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Attempt to bring in a gerund form of every letter in English alphabet into this rhyme...though failed to put it in the end of every line...would have rhymed that way. And the only place I lost was at letter X...Here's what was available and used.

Definitions of xing on the Web:

One of the Twelve Symbols of Sovereignty, the constellation of three stars is a symbol of the cosmic universe. The universe, as personified by the Emperor, is an unending source of pardon and love.

Hoping against hope

2007-08-18T14:25:00.000+05:30

A sedentary star I am,
simply sitting and shining
Hoping against hope
that she would see me
in this black, star-studded silk saree
when she is aspiring for the moon

A dormant door I am,
standing Erect
Craving for her to touch me
In a hallway full of entrances
where she uses me as an exit.

A piece of tissue paper I am,
longing to suck her tears
from wetting her lovely cheeks
in her life filled with sorrows
when she crumples and throws me

A jigsaw Puzzle I am,
all jumbled up
wishing her touch would
give me a new meaning
When she ignores me
for she has not answers
for her own life's queries.
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Highlighted words are alliterations. Finally some alliteration in Alliteration dogs!

Nebulous thoughts

2007-08-17T20:42:00.001+05:30

Frustration sweeps in my mind
like black waters on the sands of time
My mind is taut, My jaw is tight
my only motto is fight or flight.

I feel like breaking down
I feel like throwing up
I feel like punching my head
and blast it into pieces.

I feel like destroying myself
I feel like killing myself
Why do I have to be?
When there's no one for me?

The sewage of pain
the beverage of tears
flood my mind and give me fears.

Abstract shapes fill the mind
Hatred clouds, my teeth grind
nebulous thoughts in a lost mind
don't wanna seek nor find.

Obscenity reigns supreme
the tongue wags like a rattle snake
Once the fangs open, covers the eye
Friend or Foe, I do not know.
Just spray my venom into your eye

I wanna run away so fast
That even the winds come last
My eyes are clouded with pain
blood red tint sprayed as rain
the brain ticks like a bomb
ready to explode in shards

You be mine

2007-08-16T12:28:00.000+05:30

Body, Soul and heart
I shall tear apart
All you have to say is yes
You be mine and you shall have the best

Like a violin's thread
I shall sing to you
tunes of melody
songs of fortune
I'll be your luck
I'll be your charm
You be mine and I'll be your world

Give me my share
of happiness that god denied
so far i did not care
but now I want it all back
The sadness gone past
your freshness shall last
you be mine and I shall make you
the happiest woman on earth

All I need is a wink or a shy smile
Give me either and the world shines
You are my day, my sunshine
you are the twinkle that brightens my mind
You be mine and I shall own the world

Lay your scented head on my bare chest
lets be together till the end of time
forever and ever beyond life
earth bound entities shall not constraint
love that's bigger than the universe
longer than time herself
sweeter than nectar and sugar
vaster than empires together
Better than your mother's care
you be mine and I shall be your father

I love your wide eyed smile
Bringing that curve to your sweet lips
is all I shall strive for and want
I shall be a Jester if you promise to smile
Baby, you be mine and I shall be your Joker

Happiness that you give me in cart loads
is a feeling that I've never known
Your mere presence enlightens my spirits
makes my heart Jump with joy
You be mine and I shall be your captor

Holding you in a Prison of sorts
that beats for you every second. I call it my heart
You call it what you want. But In here you are,
and escape you cannot. You wouldn't wish
to leave this palace of paradise
You be mine and I'll be your King.

A beauty on the street

2007-08-16T12:09:00.000+05:30

A flash of lightning was she
that came and went in a second
Her fast gait pulling me toward her.

Deep in my mind flash fires of fury
flames that rise up to god in heaven
for delaying such a sweet moment

My legs follow her without being told
my eyes affixed onto her
the winds kicking up a storm so cold
because of her beauty untold

I know I cant catch her
She is way too fast for my weak legs
Do I turn around or follow?
What Shall I be
Just a passerby or a Street romeo?

She did not acknowledge my presence
I did not even get a glimpse of her fully
She just whizzed past me
that beauty on the street

So many cars I have seen
none as fast nor beautiful as she.

Where's my solace?

2007-08-11T12:30:00.000+05:30

She wouldn't understand if I told her
my mistakes are far too big to be forgiven
when I am guilty, my words hold little value
my promises make little sense
my life takes little significance.

How can I tell her that she's most important
when she turns a deaf ear?
What does plain air mean to closed drums?(Ear drums)
where would all that endless noise go
if the only door welcoming them would close?

How can I explain myself
when my sins are mountainous
and the listener far away
on another mountain; of anger
and contempt for the weak heart
that pretended to be strong and yelled

My strong voice now too frail
ambivalent; To be sorry or angry?
Would I go to hell
for the pain I have caused
for sins I repent from deep within?

Where do I go? You are my only solace.
My only dream. My only wish.
Listen to me once and I'll clear the filth.
Scribbling done easy, voice fails within
when I look into your eye to say I'm sorry.

A five letter word that can eat you
from within. For uttering the damned word
is defeat for the egotist
and relief for the guilty
freedom for the captive
I'm sorry. Take it if you can but don't leave me.

I know it only irks you
that I can commit everything
and escape your repugnance
by a mere word that covers not
a fragment of my actions
but it is one word that can
convey exactly what I feel.

Devil and the deep sea

2007-08-07T21:23:00.000+05:30

Two monsters on either side
Taking me for a ride
Dragging and pulling me
each laying claim to my hide
Both of equal might
Meaning of choosing a side
is to put my own life aside.
So I pray hard and sit tight
on this dark night.
The symmetry has me right
in the middle of this fierce fight
as to who has a right
over my body that's light.

Sharks of the ocean biting my hand
pulling to either side like a band
of kids playing tug-the-rope,
myself doing the balancing act in between
Sharp jaws clawing into my skin
Frightful teeth sucking me into an abyss
a tunnel so dark that secrets hold
within have never been told
outside this gaping hole

The darkness luring me in
the pain gushing me out of consciousness
the loving demon that invites me
only in leisure to devour me
and derive her own sweet pleasure
out of my dark red blood
that oozes out of my head
in spurts and fountains
till i lose myself in the kaleidoscope
of images conjured by my own
spill of life.

Metamorphosis - Prologue

2007-08-05T20:09:00.000+05:30

The man was dressed completely in black. The infra red goggle picked a movement...he followed the heat trail and saw a confluence of yellow red and orange colors to form a solid shape that was...BREATHING! Stealthily he moved towards the mysterious object, while one hand moved towards his thigh to remove the tranquilizer gun from its strap. As he closed in on the eerie figure in pitch black darkness(thank god for the thermal goggles), he could sense some sort of foreboding. A feeling that comes very rarely to him. Instinct. It told him to back off. But today was no normal field day. His curiosity got the better of him. He moved in an inch too close. He couldn't have seen or heard it coming. The figure opened its mouth and lashed its tongue at him, rolling its tongue around him and dragging him towards itself, its mouth gaping. The last thing the man saw was saliva dripping from the upper jaw and landing inside his eye, burning the inners of his eye first and then his entire body was on fire. Curiosity killed the cat.

BiblioFILE - An adaptation from DC

2007-08-05T19:55:00.000+05:30

Questions copied from Deccan Chronicle. This is what I'd have said if they'd asked me these questions.

Q) Which Book are you reading at the moment?
-->Icefire by Judith & Garfield Reeves-Stevens

Q) Which is your favorite reading place?
--> My terrace.

Q) Who is your favorite Literary Character?
--> Dr.Hannibal Lecter

Q) Which classics should you have read?
--> Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Q) Who is your favorite novelist?
--> Robert Ludlum

Q) Which book changed your life?
--> The Power of Positive thinking by Norman Vincent Peale

Q) Which book would you make compulsory reading?
--> None. Let people decide what they'd like to read.

Q) Which book did you want never to end?
--> Lorna Doone by R.D.Blackmore

Q)Which is the funniest book that you have ever read?
--> The inimitable Jeeves by P.G.Wodehouse

Q) Which school/college text did you enjoy the most?
--> An experiment with truth by M.K.Gandhi

Q) Which book according to you is over-rated?
--> Harry Potter series

An ode to sir Norman Vincent Peale

2007-08-01T23:09:00.000+05:30

Well...it does take a lot of guts to come out and say I read a book on Optimism...Out of Fashion, Outdated,geekish? So be it. But I did read a book and am glad I did. A little rough patch in life and a small book gifted by dad. Twenty days of reading, a little application of suggestions and Voila!

The Power of Positive by Norman Vincent Peale...My goodness! This book is my bible. It changed my outlook and life for the better. And It came when I needed it most.

There are a few "Christian" references that don't exactly apply for all of us...so I simply replaced "Christ" with "God"(Yes I am Agnostic). Simple, Effective and Workable techniques. Probably one of those very few(rare,odd....) cases where the book is what it claims to be.

The author says.."We haven't met in person but our lives have touched through this book" How true. If I ever get a chance to meet this priest, I'd enthusiastically shake hands with him and tell him how helpful his book was.

I guess, I lost the flow now. Words don't come out that well to an emotionally choked man...well that's my current state. Its just that emotion runs high within thoughts that are too close to your hearts.

Sadness and pain untold
Only for thee, shalt I reveal.
Sorrow, I could never withhold.
It Would take many a reel.
No film ever made , no story ever told
would show you how I feel
Deep Inside my heart's darkest hole.
Now I say, Life aint no big deal
But how could I have,
Without sir Norman Vincent Peale

Bidding her Goodbye

2007-07-29T20:23:00.000+05:30

So slim was she and of weight so light
her face small and yet so bright.
My only companion, for day and night

A lot, I've seen through her eyes
every time it felt so nice
to see and capture life
through her beautiful eyes.

Firm, her body my hands hold
to me, never will she be old
Greater beauties shall not behold
my attention, for she is my pot of gold

Such a melody, her voice
Brings up the twinkle, in my eyes
like children who see little toys
the greatest joy lay in her voice.

I shall never leave thee
I told her times a million and three
Never shall I set you free
nor shall I make you want to flee

They were mere words
promises for the dogs and birds
for there came a beauty better than hers
and off I went leaving her with tears

Never had I thought I would,
Leave her for finer wood
Closed her underneath a hood,
and unashamed, there I stood.

Holding the new baby
In my hands, greedy
Oh! She was a beauty

No regrets do I have
of abandoning my earlier hive
Now I have a better phone, my, my
Goodbye dear old K300i.

A Sentence too long

2007-07-29T17:09:00.000+05:30

I don't know where I picked it from, but I have this bad habit of writing very long sentences using commas, hyphens, too many ifs buts and ands upto a point that it gets irritating for my readers, which leads me to break up these darling long sentences of mine, whom I love, into shorter versions, like how one would break down a paragraph into smaller points, though the comparison here wouldn't hold up that well, because I do not want to lose even a stray visitor due to one sole reason which says I don't get that many visitors as such and it would be stupid of me to repel people in their first visit itself because a blog's existence matters only if it has visitors for there would be absolutely no point in maintaining a blog that no one would ever visit, which would lead me to visit my own blogs on a regular basis, and worse leave my own comments but I aint that bad because I believe in myself and my ability to make interesting writing, like this one which is actually one sentence long, but pretty long that one sentence is, no matter how irritating it is for a reader, even myself at times, as a writer a long sentence is very dear to me because it comes in a flow like a waterfall gushing out of the edge of a cliff, where any break in that fall would mar the beauty of the fall itself and that flow is what leads me to love these long sentences but I know it makes painful reading, in which case I shall stop immediately.

My first stint at alliteration

2007-07-29T16:36:00.000+05:30

I still remember the day I learnt alliteration. I came home, sat down with my pencil and paper in the portico with a steaming cup of coffee, smoke emanating from it and attacking my nose like the a fire-breathing dragon. I thought for hours together till the sun went down the horizon and the moon got brighter with her stronger counterpart's death. I was thinking how life would be if there were no money. How money led to misery of all sorts. How money runs in our blood so much that we do not hesitate to shed blood for money. What thieves, you, me and everyone else wants. What we all work for, live for and die for...What does a piece of paper have in it that makes it so important? My coffee had long been drained into my intestine...the cranks up my brain worked and I wrote one line.

"Money makes man a mindless monkey"

And thats how I started my journey. I'm not a poet. Neither am I a creative writer. But I definitely can paint pictures with words. I can make you think of blue elephants by asking you not to think of blue elephants. I know, you must be wondering why "Alliteration Dogs and Poetic Monkeys".

Dogs after all repeat the same words forever...bow-wow. They're by far bigger poets than we are. And as for the monkeys, you have to appreciate the poetry in monkeys for they are our fathers. Monkeys created the biggest poetry of all time...mankind.