The witty mother cat galloped everywhere
Everywhere and Anywhere
Just to feed her kittens' hungry tummies
For yummy food they dream, at times!

One day, the witty mother broke the gate
To a luxurious well-provided estate
Yet she could only grab a Cake,
But a full cake, mouth-watering Choco-Cake!

She hopped and jumped and rolled
Just to protect it from the Afghan Hound
And reached it for her two tiny kittens
In despair, she badly wanted it too!

So she prounounced to her kittens:
"I will cut the cake into two exact halves"
And so she cut, as carefully she can!
Awfully, one became larger and one smaller!!

Then the witty mother cat got this idea:
"Why not eat a little of the larger piece?
So, both pieces will be equal in size?"
And there went the mother cat...

Eating a little of the larger piece
She tasted the Choco-Cake in a race
Again, one went larger and another smaller!!
The witty mother cat silenty became happy...

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And there went the mother cat...
Giving a taste to the choco-Cake again!

And it went on this way:
Of one being smaller and the other larger,
And the witty mother cat kept eating
The Cake-piece by piece!

Atlast the cake became smaller and smaller
Yet the kittens' didn't get any!
The witty mother kept eating many
And the cake never got cut equally!
With the witty mother finishing it fully!!

Care not for the glass
For it is the cut that hurts
Mind the trap
So your fingers won't bleed

Look forward, not to your sides
Stay focus on the good,
Touch not someone else's heart
Just touch your lady's moons

Mind the gap of spring
Where lays ahead
The trap of summer
Disguised as autumn leaves

Reconcile your heart and mind
Reckon your pace
Find equilibrium in kind
Not someone else's face

Atlast it is rewarded
A smart heart and kind mind
Atlast it is best
Not to search, not to find.

My prayers have been answered and they will be my resurection. my mind has finally cleared and ive found a slow spot to just put curise control on. im finally at ease and want to stay there forever cause its relaxing. ive finally found my destination and although i am far away from getting where im going im atleast on the right path to where i see my future.

Your love,
Is sharper than the edge of the crescent moon
that was struck in my heart and i futilely mourn.
Glimpse of angelic dagger was your lies,
and you burried it deep within my eyes,
     and now im blind.

Your love,
Is hypnotizing like the beauty of the moon above,
In the vague sight of my blindness you're a white dove.
Pain chastised me! tears drowned me! but i still love you,
For you're my heavenly poison that i can't resist through,
     and now im weak.

I as your moon wanders beyond lim'tation
just to flicker my lil light even at your reflection.
Go run away from me as far as you desire, leave!
But when you're in need, it'll took only 1 glance above to give,
     and you'll see me waiting for you.

Far above the grey sky i silently watch o'er you,
Tears frozed, blood drowned my crippled heart as i stare at you
With your new found happiness that's far brighter than me,
You have your sun now, so ill just force a painful glee,
    and you'll see tears in me as i smile for you.

Far above the blue sky you look up and found me no more,
But you never care and thought I'm atlast gone for sure.
Your sun just blaze to its peak & covered me from your sight,
Now my love you're so blinded with her spurious light,
    and you never see that i still light for you.

Far above the black sky and now that your world's down,
Now when your life's darker than the darkest night's lawn,
I'm your moon, gladly being a moon rather than your sun,
to give you light in your tragic night when your fake sun sets down,
     and you'll see that I'd never will ever leave you.

We have two castes, the rich and the poor,
The rich focus on increasing their assets.
The poor focus on repaying their debts.
But,
The rich becomes richer,
The poor becomes poorer,
Atlast,
The rich fly and the poor die.
And we call it 'Incredible' INDIA.

I cried for you,
Yes i cried for you,
When you left me at the staircase,
Below the sky, blue,
when you left me down with torn tears,
With a torn dress and torn shoes..

Oh, I cried for you,
yes I cried for you,
when I remembered what you said last night,
How you left me unmoved,
how you threw my things around,
How you broke my glasses,
When you heard me saying,
When you got me nauseauous..

I cried for you,
Yes, I did cry for you,
seeing you leaving my doorstep,
Seeing you standing outside my window,
I cried I cried till I lost my breath,
Till you choked and choked me till death..
Finally I saw the pain in your eyes,
You too cried seeing me,
Watching me no longer smile,
I had my pills,
They no longer worked,
To bring me out of mayhem,
To make this work,
Atlast i remembered I told you,
Id die..

Fo r your love, for that time,
But then i saw its nothing,
what you felt,
For the love instead of me,
was already dead,

But then i no longer

today I realized that I'm perfect with who I'am
atlast in my life I know who I'am
What things im good at and what I need to work on
IM NOT PERFECT
infact im fragile and weak
I'm scared of knowing so much about myself
It's the truth
I KNOW who I can become
either good or bad
I know what the future holds
for my good decisions or my bad
If only today myself could talk to the young boy who struggled so long
trying to be someone he was not.
I'd tell that boy to not follow the crowd that he thought was so cool
That to listen to your mother
to stay away from the drugs
even if the other kids called him a loser for not playing along
The really unique kids are the ones who dont follow the normal teenage rebellion
the real rebels are the ones who study hard
hang out alone
and even wish they could go out and get hammered drunk and puke everywhere
or sleep with a random girl not for love but just for ***.
But they dont
I want to tell my rebel self to be a true rebel like those kids
the kids who later on in life
will have money to go out and enjoy the things I enjoyed as a rebel teenager
to be able to hang out with there grown up friends and to fun doing grown up things.
Instead I'm a 24 year old sandwhich artist
the teachers always said keep partying you'll look back and regret these days
I told them they'll regret saying that when I make it big
years of writing
years of sitting up late with a bottle of ***** and a lit cigarette
like my life a long ash forms off the cherry as it burns waiting for the whieght of itself to break off.
I KNOW who I'am
I'm a voice for this plugged in generation
I'm the sticky **** on the bottom of your shoe
I'm the viper in a room full of gardner snakes
I'm the demon with a halo
a hybrid of a soul
hell hound instincts
but a butterflys swagger
soft but hard
sweet but sour
I'm the reason for a middle
im the reason why things stay balanced
for not for people like me
the Balanced
the Beaten
the hardened and the Understanding
the Counter Attack
the person who has seen the roughest parts in life
has been down to pennys to his name
Im here to tell you dont give up
because even during the rain the sun can shine
those days amaze me
when its pouring but sunny
Does it make since no
but do we watch in amazement when it happens
yes
That my friends is me
thats who I'am

I lay awake on top my bed,
My eyes dilated and bloodshot red,
But Yet i still wanted more,
Until my mom barged through the door.

I think of all the consequences ahead
As i shove my stuff beneath the bed
Only to realize that i've been caught
I stared a moment and then i thought

Of all the times that she said not
To do the things i knew was wrong
Yet i knew it was late i done it too long

I look my mother in the eyes
As she was staring at me with surprise
Atlast i knew i'd pay the price
For all i've done was never wise

The constellation that speaks it's name is the opening line of the zodiac
Endless search for a sacrificial Egyptian golden ram and the scent of gooseberries and lilac
Once the name is found
A prayer to Aries and tie it down in the hope of revelation on a pyre
At southern side a demon will writhe forever
No need for an open flame as the name is self destructive
Constantly setting itself on fire
Inhale, the dead language will choke the lungs like fever
Visions after visions will blur the reality with an eternal guilty desire
The lord of the flies will come and swim around like impalpable air
Recite and the sand will cage the rythm in the chest
On the ambivalance of life and death
One will see the crimson carpet
Of the carnival of flesh ........

Existence ..... such an unnecessary liability!
A paradigm of unimaginable perspective
But shift the paradigm one inch
All shall rattle and blend in such curious animosity
Embrace the forgotten skull
Of the once extinct sane race of neanderthal!
Gaze upon the clarity in silence
That we all hunted for eons
Part by part , bone by bone
Take off the clothing
Rip off the skin
Passionate love with all this dark (Atlast could it be!)
Such affection will leave a clandestine mark (a futile try, one cannot see!)
Come closer with the mark
All new and fresh
And at last one will be welcomed with open arms into the carnival of flesh ..........

Savor the meat
Of this putrid celestial beast
Oh! Why leave the bones?!
Bring forth the pearl white from the carcass
Feast some more
Send ripples across the threads
Enact a piece of spectacular exuberance
Dance little marionettes!
In our very own carnival of flesh .........
This ...... this maddening hymn forms the rhythm of absolute opulence
Participation is a must
Invitations are done
Don the mask and satisfy the masquerade
If not, how can one resist this intoxicating allure of mass psychosis?
Contemplate the ambiguity
Bring forth the searing guilt
Pour it all on the lone puppeteer
Satisfy the masqurade little puppets!
Burn with desire under such delicious insanity!
In our very own carnival of flesh ........

Knowing the love of art, despair snares the senses
Appear in most sedutive forms
Under a venomous pretense
Bodies grow accustomed to this all new lewd love charms
This grotesque spectacle leads the crowd far from the sight of God
Some die
some go insane
some breake with fatigue
And some enter a nameless wilderness
Deserted and broad ..........
Once all are tricked
The shadows will throw visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes
Into the bewildered eyes
The puppeteer will watch helplessly
The destruction's ****** reunite
No longer the dreams will stay in shapeless form
An empire of nightmares
The bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb ......

Walk in silence
Oh! dear innocence
With blood as the surviving legacy
Walk soft, go slow
A tyrant's final solace in senility
Walk in the shadows
Up high and low
One is free from the allure
Now one can go
From the seat of eternity
A thousand weary eyes will watch this one soul go free from the timeless leash

One is fnally free

From the Cursed

Carnival Of Flesh ...........

On the beach with a bottle when the sun turns to wine...
Together on a towel holding the 'one' soul devine...
A thought from the past, a memory at last...
Would I do it again? Yes. But not so fast...

Memories.
Every cloud is not a storm.
Live in the Present.
Nothing is impossible.
All great quotes, but none really ease the pain of the past.
Wonder, Regret...sometimes feels like death atlast.
My task incomplete, wandering lost in the street-of sadness=(
The Baddest.
But most of all, I trip and fall...
When I remember that you gave up.
Gave in.
Gave out.
Gave away...
Something often searched for and barely ever found.
I'm bound...
To the words I spoke and the buttons I poked, trying to sting my way out of this impossible history of thoughts...

It's still a mystery.
It never stops.
The misery...
Of not knowing.
Not loving.
Not growing.
My mind is overflowing with many things...
Many dreams.
Yet i see...your torn seams yielded an evil being.

And in the end, i realize...
Everything i thought you were must have been pretend.