Blahsphemy

I have been around for so long that wishing someone a happy new year has become so cliched. No one I had wished earlier is around to prove that my wish had worked for them. Some seemed to have a good time while others didn't. I feel it would've been the same even if I hadn't wished them. Maybe it's my age that has nurtured this cynicism. Geologists claim that I am from the paleolithic era. That's why they have kept me secure in this room, away from the vagaries of pollution and solar flares deep in space. From here I see my Earth spinning happily and churning out year after year. Before the lights in my room go off, let me wish you a very happy new year, anyway. 

Why does it feel like I have switched eternity off with the flick of a switch? Why did the globe stop spinning? Did anyone mess with the revolution engine? It can't be. The last time it happened was when that fool Kraken was with us. Now we have safely deported him to Urs324. Let me go and check that.  

I am rich, I am famous, thought the bitch down the foyer.  Another infamous wretch, thought everyone else.  

Something started when everything ended. Profound, thought the old owl. He was never wise enough to think that he was the one that started it all. All this starting and ending stuff right at the start. Now that makes a fine ending right?

Silence speaks volumes No words are exchanged Yet nothing remains unsaid

Indelible scars hasty words etch   Moments fly anti clockwise when unduly stressed Life, my friend, is depressed

There was a time when time and tide never used to wait. Now technology has become so advanced that they wait for everyone. But then how can you call it progress when everything is frozen in time according to someone's whim? So my sunrise will be your sundown. Does it make any sense? Wait; let me set the clock back to where we started.  

Your story sounds like that movie about a ring, she chimed. He stared into the void and chose to ignore the comment. The spiders are quiet tonight, he thought. Did you hear that, she whispered. He didn't even hear her. So she moved closer and asked again; "did you?". He listened carefully. There was a faint rhythmic beat pulsing from the void. His antennae were up. The beat grew louder. He got up and screamed, run. It's the chopperatti. Suddenly they were caught in between flashes of light and razor sharp blades. Now it is impossible to run for cover, she wailed. "It is worse getting sliced by a machine while it snapped photographs", he retorted. He caught her by the arm and leapt in to the inky black void of their life. Only to land in the front page of a newspaper like deer in front of fast approaching headlights.    

They have  discovered another planet. A planet that's cleaner, bigger and waiting to be exploited. Soon, we will spread like an incurable rot on that pristine land.   

Swan gully was full that night. Critters from all over the world had come to watch the fight. It was the fight of the century, screamed one newspaper headline. The main contender was Hopper. His opponent was Mantis. Mantis was the reigning world champion. He(or is it she) had decapitated many an opponent. Mantis was arrogant and a snob of the first order. Hopper on the other hand was rugged and easy going. He was known for his speed and strength. Hopper caught Mantis's attention when he accidentally bumped in to him at the Stalk- a pub by the gully. Rumor has it that Hopper had knocked out Mantis there. This match was to put an end to all the rumors. All eyes were on these two when the dam burst and the gully got flooded. It was god's way of saying may the best man live. Hopper was executing a lightning upper cut when the water rushed in. He leaped towards the high ground. Only to find that Mantis had latched on to his legs. He fell flat in to the water, with Mantis on tow. T...

My life was in slow motion. Everything flashed by like a dream. The screaming, the pushing and the bright lights. That's when she slapped me hard. On my tender buttocks.  They say that was my initiation to pain and the world. Now it was my turn to scream. And their turn to exclaim.  

I was in a blind man's dream.  I was caught stealing his conscience. But he couldn't prove my guilt. For he was blind even in his dream. 

A pain probed deep Searing flesh and abusing nerves Helpless I watched As my brain screamed