My attempt at a six sentence story:
She was a vision to behold. I sat opposite her during a one hour train journey, and she kept smiling at me. Nervous, I thought, or a foreigner in a foreign land.
Eyes met often, smiles were exchanged, not a word was spoken and the hour passed pleasantly enough.
I gathered up my stuff and blurted out, "This is my stop", and she retorted, "Too bad!".
What did she mean?!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
King of my Coffin
Disease spreads, friends suffer, wounds fester,
The leaves fall, the cold bites, the people dazed,
Lulled by melodies, charmed by colors, felled by feeling.
I lie alone,
Under a wooden roof,
On a wooden floor,
Surrounded by wooden walls,
Under the ground.
King of my coffin.
Unfeeling.
The leaves fall, the cold bites, the people dazed,
Lulled by melodies, charmed by colors, felled by feeling.
I lie alone,
Under a wooden roof,
On a wooden floor,
Surrounded by wooden walls,
Under the ground.
King of my coffin.
Unfeeling.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Bullies
(copied from my FB note)
This is my way of checking out Facebook's Notes feature.
What follows is a few words strung together in a non-random pattern.
If an event sounds like a story you told me, it probably is.
If I have abused your confidence, I apologise.
Amongst merciful friends, it is easier to beg for forgiveness than for permission.
Also, keep 'em expectations low; creative would be a stretch, I call it contrived writing.
They held a gun to my cheek,
A grown man lay prostate, sobbing for mercy,
And, care-free, I sat in my cradle.
They slapped a notice on our door,
At midnight, we hurried away from our home,
And, confused, I gathered my playthings.
They stopped us on the road,
A few crisp notes bought us our peace,
And, crestfallen, I unclenched my fist.
They raised a hue and cry far away,
A paranoia gripped the sheep in their stalls,
And, conforming, I cancelled my plans.
They surrounded us on their motorbikes,
A few knives glinted, some leered,
And, craven, I sank back and prayed.
What gods are these to justify these deeds?
This is my way of checking out Facebook's Notes feature.
What follows is a few words strung together in a non-random pattern.
If an event sounds like a story you told me, it probably is.
If I have abused your confidence, I apologise.
Amongst merciful friends, it is easier to beg for forgiveness than for permission.
Also, keep 'em expectations low; creative would be a stretch, I call it contrived writing.
They held a gun to my cheek,
A grown man lay prostate, sobbing for mercy,
And, care-free, I sat in my cradle.
They slapped a notice on our door,
At midnight, we hurried away from our home,
And, confused, I gathered my playthings.
They stopped us on the road,
A few crisp notes bought us our peace,
And, crestfallen, I unclenched my fist.
They raised a hue and cry far away,
A paranoia gripped the sheep in their stalls,
And, conforming, I cancelled my plans.
They surrounded us on their motorbikes,
A few knives glinted, some leered,
And, craven, I sank back and prayed.
What gods are these to justify these deeds?
The King's Tomb
(needs work)
A pair of ferrets scurried across the scaffolding,
The day was grown dark, and they were quite blind.
Unmarked marble graves, under an adorned dome,
Mice squeaked in a corner, the roof leaked.
“Majestic” chuckled one, but then grew silent,
Every stroke on stone, every nook, every slab,
Whispered a story that carried across centuries,
And they had grown too deaf to hear.
How timeless it must have seemed,
The king to his beloved, “My dear,
We lived, we loved, we shall lie,
Side by side, in our marble beds,
Forever”.
How timeless it must have seemed;
How cruel! Taken over by louts and lovers
who wont let the royal couple rest in peace.
The ferrets slunk away with a sombre thought,
The King of man remains a man.
A pair of ferrets scurried across the scaffolding,
The day was grown dark, and they were quite blind.
Unmarked marble graves, under an adorned dome,
Mice squeaked in a corner, the roof leaked.
“Majestic” chuckled one, but then grew silent,
Every stroke on stone, every nook, every slab,
Whispered a story that carried across centuries,
And they had grown too deaf to hear.
How timeless it must have seemed,
The king to his beloved, “My dear,
We lived, we loved, we shall lie,
Side by side, in our marble beds,
Forever”.
How timeless it must have seemed;
How cruel! Taken over by louts and lovers
who wont let the royal couple rest in peace.
The ferrets slunk away with a sombre thought,
The King of man remains a man.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Penance and Bliss
Have been wrestling with this one for a while. Originally wrote prose while waiting to meet a professor, and then rewrote it as a poem while waiting for said professor (a different meeting though).
Still not satisfied with it, have given it up as a lost cause. I have it in my head, just can't express it.
There, once, was a singer of great repute.
People thronged to his concerts, to witness his mastery.
Through his songs, he consorted with the angels themselves.
Intense penance.
One day, mid-concert, he stopped singing.
Never again did he sing, the frown of devotion gone forever.
But, the divine song he always heard, and the smile on his lips never fell.
Immense bliss.
Still not satisfied with it, have given it up as a lost cause. I have it in my head, just can't express it.
There, once, was a singer of great repute.
People thronged to his concerts, to witness his mastery.
Through his songs, he consorted with the angels themselves.
Intense penance.
One day, mid-concert, he stopped singing.
Never again did he sing, the frown of devotion gone forever.
But, the divine song he always heard, and the smile on his lips never fell.
Immense bliss.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Prime Location
Behold! A magnificent mountain on the horizon.
"Feel", said one of the party, "the glorious sun",
We shall settle here, grow old and prosper,
And, as was decreed, the city was peopled - all was done.
Eventually, Empires emerged and Others began to appear,
Heroic wars were fought, many died, much trouble,
All for a bit of land and a lone mountain standing there.
Death did not deter the intruders - no, their strength redoubled,
But peace reigned supreme, wrought with great care.
They came, first with pickaxes, and stripped it of it's pebbles,
Boulders were hauled, cliffs chiseled and a fort erected,
Manned by a carefully chosen set of warriors most capable,
But the best creation of Man is doomed to fail - and it did,
Ignorantly, He ploughs on, living in his own bubble,
It is a travesty of Nature, and I am to live here,
Rock by rock, everything's gone, all's left's rubble.
"Feel", said one of the party, "the glorious sun",
We shall settle here, grow old and prosper,
And, as was decreed, the city was peopled - all was done.
Eventually, Empires emerged and Others began to appear,
Heroic wars were fought, many died, much trouble,
All for a bit of land and a lone mountain standing there.
Death did not deter the intruders - no, their strength redoubled,
But peace reigned supreme, wrought with great care.
They came, first with pickaxes, and stripped it of it's pebbles,
Boulders were hauled, cliffs chiseled and a fort erected,
Manned by a carefully chosen set of warriors most capable,
But the best creation of Man is doomed to fail - and it did,
Ignorantly, He ploughs on, living in his own bubble,
It is a travesty of Nature, and I am to live here,
Rock by rock, everything's gone, all's left's rubble.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Innuendo
"Father Agnels licks Saint Mary's...in a basketball match". - Yours Truly.
Literature. Oh Literature. My Literature.
Dear Literature. Please Literature. Don't Literature.
For you, Literature. I will Literature. I do Literature.
Yes Literature. More Literature. That's it Literature.
Literature. Oh Literature. My Literature.
Dear Literature. Please Literature. Don't Literature.
For you, Literature. I will Literature. I do Literature.
Yes Literature. More Literature. That's it Literature.
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Radio Play
He shall, one day, overthrow the oppressive yoke of Pride,
And Dignity, slaughtered in the cobbled streets, you will find,
There I shall stand then, embarrassed,
with a rekindled zest for living.
And Dignity, slaughtered in the cobbled streets, you will find,
There I shall stand then, embarrassed,
with a rekindled zest for living.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
WINGS on FIRE
On an unforgettable weekend of a forgotten week,
When the semester had reached it's give-up peak,
I returned from home and found
My wing had burned to the ground.
Now, fire is fine for fire's sake,
But booze-induced fires are a bit hard to take,
Especially when yours truly finds his room charred
And the wing indelibly scarred.
Piece by piece, I pieced together the tale
Of heroic deeds done after heavy ingestion of ale.
Not heroic really, some seniors (and batchmates quite tame)
Thought it would be fun to set the wing aflame.
The spark stoked spread soon, gaped the drunks foolhardy
(Lesson learnt : Do not feed a fire with Bacardi)
An army of sophies, at 3 a.m., from their sleep roused,
Bucket after bucket,
All this happened in my sophie year,
Now it's the wing's legend, for all to hear,
Only recently upped by the 26K treat,
But thats another story, tell you the next time we meet.
When the semester had reached it's give-up peak,
I returned from home and found
My wing had burned to the ground.
Now, fire is fine for fire's sake,
But booze-induced fires are a bit hard to take,
Especially when yours truly finds his room charred
And the wing indelibly scarred.
Piece by piece, I pieced together the tale
Of heroic deeds done after heavy ingestion of ale.
Not heroic really, some seniors (and batchmates quite tame)
Thought it would be fun to set the wing aflame.
The spark stoked spread soon, gaped the drunks foolhardy
(Lesson learnt : Do not feed a fire with Bacardi)
An army of sophies, at 3 a.m., from their sleep roused,
Bucket after bucket,
From the bathroom to the foyer,
The fire was doused.
All this happened in my sophie year,
Now it's the wing's legend, for all to hear,
Only recently upped by the 26K treat,
But thats another story, tell you the next time we meet.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Disturbed Thoughts
Often when I'm accosted by
A stranger with his tremulous sigh,
I feel an urge to knock him down,
But instead, meet him with a polite frown.
Often I've wondered about this quirk of mine,
How can a person who is otherwise sanguine
Look upon his brethren with no pity,
and later mask it with complete civility?
Often I've wandered about the city
Searching for a companion with inhumane humanity,
Flickers of scorn, glimpses of anger were shown,
That gave me hope that I wasn't alone.
It's then that I'm reminded of
a madman's anecdote - don't scoff;
For, it is representative of our shallow culture
and a true representation of human nature.
When charged with murdering six, and,
Harming three others, he frankly told 'em,
"I'm sorry, I did not intend to harm them,
I merely wanted to kill them."
How true! In this horribly civilised mess,
There is possibly only one way to destress,
For, it is only when man stoops to the level of a beast
that the pressures of being a man cease.
A stranger with his tremulous sigh,
I feel an urge to knock him down,
But instead, meet him with a polite frown.
Often I've wondered about this quirk of mine,
How can a person who is otherwise sanguine
Look upon his brethren with no pity,
and later mask it with complete civility?
Often I've wandered about the city
Searching for a companion with inhumane humanity,
Flickers of scorn, glimpses of anger were shown,
That gave me hope that I wasn't alone.
It's then that I'm reminded of
a madman's anecdote - don't scoff;
For, it is representative of our shallow culture
and a true representation of human nature.
When charged with murdering six, and,
Harming three others, he frankly told 'em,
"I'm sorry, I did not intend to harm them,
I merely wanted to kill them."
How true! In this horribly civilised mess,
There is possibly only one way to destress,
For, it is only when man stoops to the level of a beast
that the pressures of being a man cease.
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