Saturday, May 28, 2011


I am screaming like anything
I am throwing things away,
Breaking the glass window,
Wrecking the bookshelves.
Tearing up the posters
Of my heroes, ever silent.
There’s someone at my door.
And I could only figure out,
That it’s you, observing.
And not stopping me.
With a curious look.
Do you think it’s funny?
I pick up the vase…
You vanish and the poor thing
Hits the mirror.
Shattering my face
Into pieces.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The One with The Crack

He is so brilliantly stupid.
A fool who makes himself a buffoon
To the men around him
To the woman close enough.
He understands his hopelessness,
And has in vain tried to follow the ways of the others…
The less stupid ones.
But no, it didn’t get him anywhere,
Just attracted more unwanted attentions
And the giggles, and boos.

So now, he has decided it.
To remain a fool, an impossible and incorrigible one.
And to his surprise, the people around him,
Have started taken him seriously, lately.