Life Drifts By In Lost Momentum
Red honey plastered spires rise towards onyx skies
Faceted, Luminous, nocturnal illumination
Welted by stars and two amethyst moons
Purple moonlight veil, a lost illusion
Dancing alone in mindless raptures to a bereft waltz
Under a fading spotlight, a diffusing spectrum
Like staring at dark bands in motion through crystal quartz
Life is Broken and drifts by in lost momentum!

Smile When You Want to Cry.

Have your eyes welled up with tears, but yet you didnt want to
cry?
Have you bottled up your sorrow in the catacombs on your
mind?
Seeping into your heart an untold light
Have you smiled when you wanted to cry...

Tears fall, like glass beads...
but have you brushed them away and prentended?
Trying to mask everything with a veil
pretending to be alive but your inside is dead

A twilight of feelings, you try to believe night is day
Sorrow filled mind but not a whisper of sympathy into your ears
Doves are chained with fetters, but yet you make them fly away
Unknowingly you leave behind a trail of tears.

The Great Indian Examination....

RIght ...so here is another useless post after a long time...and the reason is :YUP..THOSE DAMN EXAMS!The Indian education system has all kinds of exams...exams like the quaterly..half yeraly...annual..and all other denominations in between.There are other very useful exams as well where kids show off their copying prowess...maybe who can hold 4 lessons 8 essays and 12 diagrams inside a small flap in their
underwear or who can effectively turn their head and cock their eyeballs at a precise anglse so as to look into the nearest nerd's exam paper....AH...the talent.All this latent
talent is shown off in leaps and bounds on writn answers on log books,question papers,erasers,the invigilators saree....so tht evry one can get a nice look in as she moves
around the class.Now that we have crossed the realms of these petty school examinations,we move on the grand daddy of all exams...THE BOARD EXAM.This 12 letter word will strike fear into any students heart as it is supposed to be an exam the "moulds" your career.Sometimes I wonder if mould means as in bread mould
as your career becomes all stale mouldy roten and you are now better off scratchin your butt at home rather than doin something more constructive.There are a plethora of board exams each governed by a different body..like the CBSE...ISC..and the different states in the country.Each kid has to face such exams twice
in his life and by the end of it ...his hair on his head as well other places must have gone a wee bit grey. Parents asking kids to study day in and day out..27 hrs a day..u
can even hear their advice echoing of the toilet bowl as ur spend sometime their in the wee hours of the morning. After that ordeal of scrwing up 5 papers and making an
absolute mockery of your life some wise guy has actually come up with other ways to ruin your life and make it as worthless as dried up rat poop in a platinum retail shop.Now that all of us have a clear IDEA on what we have to do in life either being a doctor and sellin kidneys so that you can get back that whopping capitation fee you
somehow have to pay after the 12th or wanting blossom into a useless engineer after churning out 4 years in a rat infested college[after which you would feel that you are
better off being the gay postman who delivered "mail"{no pun inteneded..;)} home] we confront may be the momma of the granddaddy of all exams...the ENTRANCE.There are so many entracne examinations....there is one for everythin and even if u wanna be a cobbler i think you have to pass an entrance with an elaborate syllabii of ionic equilibrium to the reprductive system of a guinea pig.I reiterate the point that there are A lot of entrances.To give u an idea..there is the AIEEE then there is the VITEEEthen you have the PMPD or if you are more jobless the IIT-JEE.A mathematically inclined mind would liek to think this as jus a buncha letters permuted in different combinations...if anyone of you have thought like that ..i guess you are
absolutely right. Now i ll take u through the things a kid will face during an entrance exam if he is REAL unlucky.BAD NEWS#-Lousy center:the first thing tht hits you after you get the hall ticket. Ofcourse if you have sent a gynandrous pic of yours they may have even changed your gender and
resized the pic and changed its colour and you think you are more a Cro-magnon man than wat u thot u wud b.....So if you center is lousy..ie...no hot girls or guys...[p.s depends on who is reading it and ur sexuality...take ur pic] and with lousy seats...cranky invigilators...and no
ventilation...the chances you clear it is already reduced by 50%#-Bad underwear: A very crucial cpart of any preparation..its not muggin up sinACosA=0.5Sin2A...naaa....its how to select the best undie fer the test.the correct mix of texture ...ventialtion and non itchiness is the key. Wrong selesction....ur chances are reduced by another 48% coz u can keep scratchin your groin and calucate the Youngs moudulus at the same time.#now tht u hav scrwd up so badly tht u can clear only by a slim margin of 2% and ur chances are literally hanging by a strand of pubic hair.....even the slightest error will screw you up and your mark has now gone where no score has gone before...THE NEGATIVES....so small things like bad body odour/breath of
the person sittin next to you...and other unforseen circumstances.So if u can just picture this situation....i think u can figure how unfortunate you can get.Well there is not much gud news during exam time ..and even if there is ....its magnitude will be as small as a schistosoma worms gonopore.hmm....i cant think of how to finish this off..and i usually dont like happy endings....but i guess the blog has injected some much needed vigour in our minds to not scrwe up
anymore exams but to totally let go of all hope like how we pee when our bladders our full and our micturition reflexes are off the chart...wishin you all the best of luck....OH BOY DONT WE NEED IT!!!!\m/

A parade to midian in symphony

A Parade to midian in symphony

Under this full moon light of May

A marching grotesque parade

No laughter or joy but just dismay

At their starking serenade

As the wind howls like a wolf behind its prey

They are the victims of a crusade

Hung on their neck a bronzen 5 pointed star

Throwing religion in to utter disregard

Tears flow like razors slicing white cold skin

Tearing veins bleeding out their sins

The moon sits in the sky peering through the cloudy veil

This parade to midian to kill

Inept stars as they are don’t shine light on their way

Mad aimless parading astray

As I watch from distance with my sanity frayed

I hear her voice like the crackling of burning hay

Looking out for her to see her laid

But a mistake has been committed by thee

Now I am a part of this parade … blasphemy

Among widows the nuptials torn apart

Agony non cupative broken hearts

Women with their hands tied with ivy thorns

Their eyes grey like weeping stones

But not tears but blood rolling from their past

They stood by His grave aghast

Under this full moon light of May

A marching grotesque parade

Laughter dead only dismay

At their starking serenade

Through morrows meadows and graves alike

Seemed like 4 days and endless nights

The skin peeling of our tired legs

Revealing bleeding decayed flesh

Infested with horrid sanguivores

Like a brazen brunette whore

Tantalizing thee to nevermore

To pick them out inflicts so much pain

But allowing such maggots to remain

They shall eat their way through flesh and bone

Severed and devoured like how my life is torn

The atheist’s sharpened axes fell on my strings

Now out of chord with all religious tidings

That is why I am on this parade

May be to burn the hypocrite’s church someday

Skies above sent off rain and biting snow

Bid farewell to heaven’s farthest shores

The children walk aimlessly and maimed

With all they sorrow sublimed

Into anger for church mongers and creed

To avenge their fathers’ death and free…..

Their souls from the tortured asylum of hell

The anonymity of the leader is unraveled

It’s none but the devil who leads the way

Of this esoteric parade

As sirens from far watch with cloudy eyes

Circling vultures up in the blackened sky

As rancid odours hang in the air

Under the raven’s cold stare

The night is still like garnet wine

Like blood stagnating on the Nile

And as we approach the Mediterranean

We are detoured away from midian

The women children mindless and mad

Of their bodies their soul is unclad

The graves dug up by the undead scourge

Devildom voyeurs brought deluge

Filling up graves with fragrant blood

Cloaked in darkness …wetting mud

Worms crawl up and turn the soil

Skies rupture heavenly turmoil

Thunderous clap from the misty skies

Lightning bolts murmuring cries

Marching on to the damned kingdom

Happiness is only found in Sodom

Crosses line the distant horizon

Outlined by the twilight sun

Light like nicotine for the eyes

Thawing through the soul on ice

Moon still hangs in the sky ….

Dawn begins at ravens cry

The diffused light reveals our path

Pavements dry thorny and parched

Embrace of darkness is denied

Howling creatures angles cry

No longer marching towards midian

But to our graves with funeral clarions

A meek surrender to fate

A meek surrender to fate

As the candle light flickers incessantly
so do the commitments made in the past
dying fast so frantically
dismal thought of surrender amass
so serenely succumbing to fate
placidly like a lake cloaked by mist
dreams fulfilled;thoughts still chaste
all in life seems amiss
surrendering ..Oh! how easy to speak
but cruel to endure
hopes severed by dark streaks
And lamenting will not cure
A meek surrender to fate is an option sought
By cowards and not the brave
though the destination for all iss paved
by fate .....to oblivion.... to our graves

no life but pain

No life but pain….

I had no life but only pain
With so much grief and so much strain
My childhood so sad so dark
Illuminated by hellish sparks
Twisted lies and twisted friends
Hades’ spear through my heart was sent
Being teased and crowed upon
Made me distraught and forlorn
But my hearts still pumps blood through my veins
I had no life but only pain
As the shadows lengthen by the day
My life was a mongrel mad astray
Humiliation plagues my mind
Peace and solace I just can’t find
Shifting sands of my time
My funeral bells begin to chime
So young so naïve yet so cold
Evil lurks inside untold
Anger builds up like a termites nest
Clawing through my heart it does infest
One fateful day it all went loose
My life story began to construe
With cruel intent and knife at hand
I sent him to the never land
A juvenile crime I did commit
Confessed all at the pulpit
Sentenced to all my life in jail
My spirit so young my soul so frail
So till now I rot alone in my cell
Reflecting on my past life ---hell
But no regrets yet so much pain
Why was my friend by me was slain
Happiness for me is so scarce
Breath now is short through my nares
Hover above deaths waiting arms
For me it has an unusual charm
As everything goes black and so still
My life is a lie but truth is pain
…..and all to lose but nothing to gain!

By
Viswanath
20/7/06

A winter burial

A Winter Burial

Autumnal seizure with biting frost
Descends on earth cold holocaust
Cold as death sweet as absinthe
Banished theodic doctrines
No more pain no thaumaturgy
After death can there be misery
Testamental blurred but dark vision
No more life just abortion
Osculated with silent death
Into hexagonal coffins so put to rest
Scorched earth dug out and put in
Walpurgian spells are sauntered in
Phlebotomy I did love thee
Till I could do nothing but bleed
Articulating with disjoint death
But disconnected with life on earth
Six feet under with grave worms
Rotting their way to transform
A brazen corpse to putrefied shit
For no use rendered unfit
As the cold air wraps around
Eating flesh but no sound
Of life or lust or light of dawn
Into another being will I spawn?
So buried in this winter grave
Not in a cemetery but astray
In forests which whispers my name
Rotting in this lonely grave!

A nite in the grave yard

A night in the graveyard…

The moon rises, hangs above the serrated mountains
Whose shadows forebodingly creep
Towards the graveyard to ascertain
In my desolate mind, fear is profound and deep
As the air goes cold and bitter
The ground is moist and dank…
As a few forlorn stars in the vast sky shimmer
As the air turns foggy and stank…
A wolf howls at the lunar splendour
The few leaves rustle in the midnight breeze
Under the cedar stare the smell is sour
To the undead it doth please
Half festered corpses rise arise from hellish lore
The air indeed was musty and rancid
Behind a tombstone I scurried and hid
The fog thickened and was on the rise
Everything was white around and above for my helpless eyes
My mind knew that they were near
What would they do what is to be feared?
But suddenly the fog begins to disappear and the air turns warm
The dead zombies no where to be seen, the sun comes out…its finally dawn
The first rays of sun in the morn
Helios’ chariot leaves darkness torn
Thanking the gods I leave the burial ground
But my tombstone no where to be found…


By
Viswanath

A morbid dream

A morbid dream

I go to sleep this eerie night
To rid my self of all my plight
My eyes dead open to the skies
But mere sleep will not suffice
Erzulie crops up in my dream
I feel her hair I hear her scream
This cold dream metamorphosises
A nightmarish hell doth arises
Pegasus turns into the devil
His glare so dead so grim so evil
I march into his darkest lair
Filled with dank musty fragrant air
Skulls and bones stick from the wall
Their souls tormented on the ground they crawl
As I march on this dark cave
Tempers rise and sanity is frayed
Darkness relinquished by hellish flames
Dance to funeral hymns sweet octaves
The torture chamber becomes so clear
The rustic needles treat me so dear
Pierce my skin bore through my flesh
Touch my bone claw through my chest
I wince and writhe and scream with pain
I cannot move I am bound with chains
Hells own maidens laugh with pleasure
Sadist tendencies I cannot measure
Their laughter through hell does echo
My wounds are fresh my hearts is sore
Isabo with mad chained dogs
Numb with pain my legs are logs
The devil wants my soul he claims
His sole purpose is to torture and maim
From heavens above angels take pity
Gods help needed but in prime scarcity
I plead to the Satan to let me go
But he jus wont do he wants my soul
The flames continue to char my skin
They bore right through my arm my shin
More I cant endure this pain
I sell my soul in great disdain
His land has no law no decree
From this morbid dream I am set free


I wake up in the woods alone
But happy as my soul is still my own
As I thought that this was just a dream
My soul is my own not the devils but free
Suddenly the air stank of fire and smoke
I profusely coughed and I did choke
I quickly ran out of the woods to gaze
In disbelief my town is ablaze
The Devildom voyeurs have caught up with me
Satan now not has my soul but of 333
Satan now has the souls of all these people
Ablaze is the chapel’s sacred steeple
Burning and destroyed is the cross
God’s kingdom has suffered a loss
Satan as goodness he does feign
In hellish lore he supremely reigns
As Erzulie appeared when I slept
Deep inside the devil crept
Once again desire shepherds deaths certainty
As this morbid dream turns to a reality

By
Viswanath
19/7/06

A kingdom on its knees

A kingdom on its knees….

With skies ruptured like knifed orifices
Beneath esoteric gruesome sacrifices
As red sepulchers unveil ethereal skies
The air reverberates with blood curdling cries
With the king lay on his stained bed with pain….
And the enemy’s superior armies reign
Chaos pandemonia death and fear…
Fragrant blood in the dank musty atmosphere
As Hades army marches into the town
Death destruction and tattered dilapidated gowns
Houses ablaze, ensnared children crying for their dead protectors
And Devildom voyeurs laugh with sadistic pleasure
With skies ruptured like knifed orifices
Beneath supernal human gruesome sacrifices
As night falls on this forsaken land
A kingdom once palatial and grand…
As darkness embraces the squalid corpse
Their lifeless open eyes through which their soul froths
Towards the skies so empty so vast
But alas
The king breathes his last breath, indeed
Another kingdom brought down to its knees

By
Viswanath

Some wacko day

I get up in the morning as my eyelids twitch and my sinuses ache. Yup! you can guess this will be one heck of a day.
I look into the mirror and the reflection has "Get back to sleep u moron " all over it.then morning routine as usual and i start off with peeing.
As the very auspicious odour of the toilet greet me i begin 2 think what horrible dilemmas await me.
As I get ready for school i just realize that my god damn record aint done yet!
As I try to forge an excuse for my absent mindedness a friendly uricotelic critter mistakes my head for his toilet bowl and my shampooed hair is smothered with bird poop, thanx a lot u feathered son of a *****.
Some times u may wonder why the hell do birds poop on u when u least expect?
from my above experience i have come to this conclusion:

frequency of eyelid twitch x degree of pain of a head ache/(how absent minded a guy can get+how much the bathroom stinks in da morning) = Accuracy of shit fallin on your head in da nxt 24 hrs