Here I go again..

Karthik: Ummm, so I did something.

Ace: Something? Come on, you can be more specific.

K: I did something. That's all. Don't know if it was good or bad. Or rather, I'm not sure if it will lead to good or bad.

A: Well seeing as how I was there, I've prepared a little outburst for you.

K: Get it done with, I knew it was coming.

A: What is it that prompted you to do things, things that would normally not be done? Why did your mind, body and soul agree on this one act of mortal vengeance astronomical in proportion?

A: What pushed you to do something that may be dangerous, may backfire, may spell the end of something you cherish? Was it the frustration, tell me was that it? Was it just your god dammed frustration?

K: Some things are difficult to explain.....

A: Difficult? I'm thinking impossible might be closer to the word you're looking for! Did you not think of the consequences, the difficulties, the pain?

K: No, actually I dint.

A: So let me get this straight, you climbed a bridge, just like any other guy. Nothing suspicious, no part of the jigsaw missing. Just walking along for a evening stroll. Everything's nice and clean.

K: Yeah.

A: And then, out of the blue, out of nowhere comes this idea to jump. And you jumped ?!? You had no idea where you would go and why you did it, but you jumped?


K: The crazy part is that I dint even look over to see what I was jumping into, and now it seems like I'm halfway down already!

A: Well of course you are! You're in a free fall. And I sure as hell don't want to be around when you land.

K: But what about me?

A: Well you jumped, and you damn well better see it to it's logical end.

~~~

For the record, all this is totally this guy's fault.

The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows.....

Penguins

Kowalski: Sir, we maybe out of fuel
Skipper: What makes you think that?
Kowalski: We've lost engine one, And engine two is no longer on fire.


They manage to carry the entire movie on their backs. And the movie is hilarious.
Watch it.

Yes, I know it's back....

Some of my old posts have been re-posted.
Yes, I know this does not count as new material.

So... here is something I wrote today...


Someday I know,
we too will go,
to a place where the grass is green.

Someday I know,
we too will go,
down the path of dreams....

Sparrow

I lived in my room,
nice and large it was,
there was only me in it,
but that was no big loss.

Then one day a sparrow came,
while i was in my room, lost,
looked around the room, it did,
decided to stay at any cost.

Everyday the sparrow came,
to watch me in my room,
it would sit long by my window,
but was always gone too soon.

I tried not to notice it,
tried to play it cool,
still it came everyday,
and made me look like a fool.

Then i tried to talk to it,
in every language i knew,
soon the more i spoke,
the more around my room it flew,

Then one day it dint come at all,
looked out the window, i did,
for where could it have gone,
couldn't see it anywhere, maybe it hid.

Never came back that sparrow did,
she never did tell me why,
once again it's just me in my room,
but now it feels empty and dry.

Just another lump in my throat...

Will i ever be able,
to dream or see,
to imagine or live,
or even know what i feel?

Will i ever be able,
to speak or touch,
to adore or love,
or even know what i want?

Will i ever be able,
to think or push,
to tell or yell,
or even know what i hate?

Will i ever be able,
to speak without lying,
to hold without hurting,
to see without judging,
or am i gone already?

The White Rose

It bothered him. The tables were red. And they were round. You know, the kind they have in the self serving restaurants. That's the first thing he noticed. And it bothered him.

Immaculate shoes and the cultivated walk. Confident and happy he walked in. The figure of pride. She'd be here in another 10 min. He knew she would be. He'd finally timed it right. He'd been running around since 10am this morning, that's when she called him. He just knew it was the big day. So he'd picked up a bar of chocolate on the way, and a pair of white roses for her. White was her favorite color. He hoped she would dress in white today. She looked so pretty in white. He was running late so he told the florist to not bother clipping the thorns.

He'd been in a hurry to get here, so he just wore a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing too flashy, you see. His favorite pair of Nike's. Just a dab of perfume and he was ready. He grabbed his car keys on the way out and made sure he turned out the lights.Driving over he remembered the first time he saw her, sitting at her desk. The first time he spoke to her, smiling like a fool. The first time he fell in love. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he smiled to himself. "Won't be too long now", he said to himself.

He glanced at the dashboard clock at picked up pace. He shifted up and then turned on the radio.

"Lonely is the night, when I'm not with you .. "

Ah, Air Supply, they had some of his favorite songs. Things were looking up.

Then he arrived at the restaurant and found it had those round tables.

And it bothered him.

He picked an empty table. And waited. He felt her first rather than saw her. He just knew she was here. He turned on his heels and looked at the door. And there she was. Pretty as ever. She came through the doors and headed for his table. She'd seen him too. His pulse beat a little faster and he smelled her perfume as she came and stood next to him.

"Hi, hope you dint wait too long".

The way she said it made him hope he had waited more. "No, I just came here. How are you?", he said at last.

"I'm fine. First let me thank you for coming ... ", she started to say.

"Don't be silly, it's my pleasure to come. So stop apologizing please", he interrupted.

"Still as polite as can be eh? "

"I'm still the same, nothing about me can change ...", he said with what he hoped was a smile.

"That's what I came to talk to you about actually", she picked up, catching his drift. Pushing the stray strand of hair off her face with her hand she continued, "There is something very important I want to say. So please ..."

"I told you to stop your formalities, please continue", he said, wondering to himself what it was he saw in her eyes.

"Do you love me?", she asked.

He was taken aback for a second, he had not expected her to be so direct. He looked into her eyes realized it was resolve he saw in there."With all my heart and till I die. I've thought of you every moment of these past two years.", he stated simply. It was the truth after all. Dint require much effort to say the truth.

He realized he that they had not ordered anything yet. "I'll be back in a moment", he said and went off to get something. A few minutes later he was back. A Coke for himself and a Pepsi for her. She always took Pepsi. He remembered.

"Here, drink up", he said as he handed her the cup.

"For, who are these?", she asked, innocently enough pointing to the roses and the chocolate with her other hand.

Shit, he had blown it. He mentally kicked himself for not giving her the rose. Putting down his Coke, he picked up the rose and extended it to her. The distance between seemed so large as he put his arm out. "I got this for you, hope you like roses", he said smiling, knowing she did.

She took them out of his hand, their hands touching for a second.

"There's something I came to give you, I don't know any other way to say it", she said.

She reached into her purse and brought out a cover.

He looked at it but dint know what it was. He looked at her eyes, those deep green pools of misery. He reached over and took the cover from her, wondering what it was.

Clenching her fists, she said, "Just know that I do too".

He looked up from the cover and saw her just in time to catch a tear coming out her eye. He was about to say something but she started to leave. He was about to go after her, when he noticed something on the table.

One white rose.

He went back to their table and opened the cover. Picking up the rose he started walking to his car. He held it tight. As he passed a corner he dropped the cover on the pavement.

"Hey buddy, you dropped a wedding invite", said the beggar on the corner.

"Tis' not mine buddy, probably never was. And neither is this ...", he said as he tossed a white rose over to him, and walked on, pulling his coat closer around him.

The rose was dripping red now.

Blood By Self

The lights dim. The curtains rise.
The protagonist appears.
The crowd is gone. The chairs empty.
The fans still turn slowly.

The empty rows remind him of an emptiness of his own.
The stench of defeat permeates the air.

The unborn actor.
The fleeting glimpse of what a stage is like.
His first and last time on the stage.

St. Love put the gun to his head.
He never wanted to do this.

He pulled the trigger.
He never wanted to do this.

Inspired

Take a walk,
To the other side,
Come with me,
I'll show you,
How life can be,
Start breathing,
And live a little,
It's not too hard,
Come with me,
I'll show you,
Take a walk.

Whatchamacallit

I wish you were still here
I wish you could stay
See the tears as they fall
Look back as you walk away....

Marching Ends

First came the cold
Then the leaves blew
(as the wind blew)
Next, the skies cried
And all the lights dies

And as the sinners waited
With breaths that were bated
The thorn finally, pricked
The axe finally, fell

And then there was, but, ... silence.

Where's my Maker?

Shit...

Surrounds me, because

Life...

Devours me, just

One...

Last wish

Let, me rest...

In bliss

Come...

Defend me

Don't...

Break me

Help Me...

To see the Clouds...

Break

And let the sun...

Take...

My sorrow...

Away...

Today.

Note To Self

Blood drips, as
the wound deepens
the pain obscures
all logical thought
conditioning is all, but
gone. But, hope still
lingers,

that
the grime will wash
the scars, fade

that
a night will come
when i rise, from my bed
without screams, in my head.