Saturday, September 25, 2010


"Does it not give birth to consequence when you draw in thin lines of white dust or do you find it akin to sanctuary where you can shy away from forgiveness of those willing women in the arms of whom you lied. Everything you touch withers and dies, now she has gone and finally it is you who is withering away, my friend. Janus would have been proud. The sheer pleasure of watching monuments melt, of watching you survive on shady whiskeys and white lines is priceless, who needs reason when you are living a Dionysian dream, who needs reason when you have enough grams to last you a month, who needs reason when the mighty have been slain and their heart's broken. The royal heartache returns, of fleeting memories, moonlit nights and delusional reverie, of days passed away in drunken stupor, do the women visit you in your dreams too or is it just the nights. Did the spells of Cupid finally made way thee or t'was a journey of Bedlam and Bedouins, tell me, does she visit your squandered mind while you consume liquid atrophy. Tell me, TELL ME, i want to seep in the pleasures of your disgrace, of countless betrayals made and countless promises surrendered!!
You are blinded by inconsolable rage that you don't care who you hurt or does the rage try to silence the screams in your head...the birth of a new civilization where men will be born with tantalizing screams and voices inside their head, soft, melodious voices, the same voice a once-upon-a-time-prince used to woo and lure women inside his lust smitten chambers. The once-upon-a-time-prince....finally fallen because of one woman..........why?"

"Because once you have tasted her, its all that you want to have", i replied calmly.


  1. wow!! what a piece......
    im glad u are back,whatever be the reason....cheers!!!!
    Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life!!!