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."

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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!"

Randomness

When you know that your knowledge isn't at the right place to become known, you know everything.

Record Number: Zero

But, you knew that knowing is drowning,
So, know more and drown,
The glass shows a clown,
No matter how much you frown,
Data does not bring a crown.

Therefore, release, if you please,
Release, if you might,
Art, unintended, is the most arty sight.

Decoration is adulteration,
Dilution of creation.
However, if accepted, lauded, positively nodded,
Criticism sneaks out of comprehension.

Whatever you gathered, whatever ran through those pages,
if you could taste,
you'd know it's the air you breathe in,
And, breath out, without tasting, in haste.

Aador'e Baandor.

It all started with a small argument between him and his parents which lingered on to take ugly dimensions. Poor parents had done nothing but turned the mirror towards his self, to show him what he was actually up to. Out of combined action of rage and despair, Jeet, would storm out of his house and would not return until the lapse of quite a few hours and collective strength of his friends. Hours of persuasion and request from us would find no avail, whatsoever, on his then delusional being. Eventually, he had to be hustled into our house at 2'O clock in the midnight by great means of collective physicality. Splashes of water, sweet reassuring words from my mother and edibles in form of biscuits and more would calm his jittery nerves down and lull him deep into slumber. There, on my bed, he lay flat, to achieve emotional, physical, and mental respite until he was taken away at 7 in the morning by his mother. Such a theatrical performance, Jeet.

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