Eternally Bored

X and Y meet at a sidewalk. They talk.


X: I can well anticipate things a split second before they happen.
Y: So, you do know it's going to rain right now?
X: Er, no. But, I......
Y: Oh, leave it! Can you at all guess that that crow(pointing at a crow) is going to drop it on you?

A crow leaves it's token upon X.
 
X: Oh, listen to me. I had a feeling........
Y: Enough! I've had enough. Goodbye.

Y leaves,

X(still talking to Y): ....But, I had a feeling that you were here to contradict me.


It rains.


X: I'm so bored.

The Scene

A room where every illogical statement made was technologically MUTED.
A man was toiling hard for quite a while to make his speech SOUND but absolutely without any avail. He was being constantly laughed at for not having any VOICE(of reason). Disgusted, agitated, humiliated he would devise one last SPEECH for his fellow room-mates . He said:

"Illogically speaking just for the sake of satisfaction, you guys SUCK."

And that SOUNDED.

Man 1: If I were in the company of X, you'd know how X I am. You guys are so Z.

Z-men- We are X-men, if you want.

And that is how diversity died. :(

Just discovered in Utopia: A transformer converting speech to images produced hollow "tin-cans" as output for all inspiring quotes as input. :D

Merry-go-round

We are heroes, heroes of our time,

Assassins innocent, for we are our own enterprise.

Our blood is noble, our blood is pure,

hopelessly shed from a core unsure.

True souls looking for respite to be hatched by missionaries,
Blue souls breeding destiny like blind visionaries.

The Mutes

The Mutes

All of them were present,
the atmosphere was mute,
each face undeniably cute,
a register never so beaut.

Brothers and sisters, living transistors,
kept pin-drop quiet,
for the attendance, this time,
was not on diet.

"Such a bright day!", exclaimed the speaker taking a glance outside.
But nobody did, in agreement or disagreement, speak
as if somebody had taped each beak,
Speaker says, "Never, in my life, have I seen a day so bleak!"

Quietism prevailed for record duration,
discreetly brewing dangerous intervention.

Suddenly, a pair of hands turned into daggers,
and a heart wished suicide,
without a second of delay,
the suicide embraced homicide.


While the happy furore was on,
a voice ascended like the sun of dawn,
and said, "He is gone, now you may speak.
Good or bad,
let it pertain to the dead lad.
However, before everything, let our humanity speak,
A minute more of silence we can happily add,
for a soul that met, a fate so sad."

Untitled

They made the child fat, they thought, 'Let him be cute' ,
then no matter of dispute,
he was taller than all his age-mates, laterally, of course,
had a crown on his head, virtual, of course.
the child was happy, his parents too, without refute.

Time grew older,
high would reach his shoulder,
he won't fit anymore in that folder,
Each moment he learned he was in no land of wonder,
childhood:jolly, adolescence:sombre.

He was forlorn,
thick man in a thin company,
thick thick thick, oh, so sick!
He pleaded,
"Make me thin, free from sin."

That perpetually dejected creature would now turn to his creators,
and ask, "What now? What more could I have achieved? I'm the earth's tumor,"
And they said, " Stand tall, look bright, son. Couldn't you use it for humor!"