Blahsphemy

Fate laughed its final laugh Muted sobs robbed the silence Away I go into memory Fading like the mist at noon 

The stairs creaked. The windmill sighed. The windows rattled. The rain screamed. The thunder boomed. Only the lonely raindrop was silent as it hurtled down from the sky. To form the ocean that lashes the shore with its fiery waves.   

Staring at the clinically clean pages of her life, she sighed. They have always intimidated me. Every time I wanted to write a love story it turned in to a tragedy, she thought. Now I will leave them blank, as blank as blank can be. Her fingers tightened around the trigger and one shot rang out. The pages were clean no more, all spattered with her blood.   

That will be twenty thousand.  What? Twenty thousand Indian Rupees. For what? That's the time cost I have incurred for looking at you. But, no one asked you. Sorry, we don't accept any excuses. You will have to pay up or face the consequences. This is criminal. Making us work and not paying is a bigger crime. No one asked you. You chose to engage us by selecting materializing here. How will I know your rules? You should have checked your teleportation agreement closely. Teleportation agreement, my ass! Now with the swear fee, your total expense will be thirty thousand. Aaaaaarrrrrghhhhh.   

Saw goddess Kali on a winding road Like gleaming asphalt her skin shone  I woke up only to brake hard For my path to salvation was way too far

1 Timeless blossoms under the sky Little do the petals know their beauty A secret savored by bees      2 Effortless does the smile sit For comfort and perfect fit are intertwined   Like enamored butterflies and flowers  3 Smooth runs time's fabric  Like the dragon fly's spine on silk Safely in the hands of life   4 Designs run wild and free   Petals and colours what a riot, see In my mind, they roam  5 Nurtured on a milky weave  The rosy patterns bloom everywhere    Like an artist gone haywire  6 Time and tide will wait   For the stitch wasn't made in vain   Its promise holds good again 

The days are all numbered The months are a dime a dozen  That sums up the year

Two pages more thought he Had he known the ending's twist   He would've read them first

The drums of doom boomed close by. Klak ran for his life. He knew the place like the back of his missing hand. He had lost it in the last encounter. Then the Drum Folk had trapped him near Doom Creek. They wanted to take Klak to their den. But Klak being the clever one, cut his hand off instead of the Jujuba vine and ran away. Lore has it that even now the Drum Folk laugh about it before every hunt.       

That's definitely not the way things are done around here. You have to bend your head down and expose your nether parts to the sun. Kafka  burst out laughing hearing this. This is a nudist's colony. It doesn't matter whether you expose your nether parts to the sun or not. You are always exposed, anyway. So he chortled at Dude boy and moved on. 

Well, that's it. The end came up really fast. The fat period lodged itself after the last word and stared at him defiantly. 

The mirror on the wall winked at him. What I meant was the man in the mirror. The man was well built and suave, unlike the Caliban he was. A freckled monster, all hunched up and oozing venom. Sadly all the world saw was the man in the mirror. 

Look closely and you will see what he is up to. Yesterday also he was doing it. In fact, he has been doing this for quite some time. Look we can't stand here all day watching him. We have to move. Listen, he is saying something. Damn! He is reporting us to the police for spying on him. He is telling them that we have been doing this for quite some time.   

This is planet earth. It is inhabited by egos. They come in all sizes and shapes. They are never predictable. Usually the flashy and loud ones are the biggest. They usually attack without warning. They feed on insignificant things. Money, power and sex are seen as stimulants. The machine went on and on about the planet they had just visited. They looked at each other through their VGA cameras and sighed.         ajith gopinath http://13ag.blogspot.com

No it wasn't feeling right. He tried again. The words looked the same. Only a closer look revealed that two of them had swapped places. Now, it's reading right. Time to hit the submit button. His finger hovered over the keys. Something wasn't feeling right. With a deft tap he deleted the words from the screen, again.