Blahsphemy

Silence filled the pauses between every word that came out of his mouth.  

Some day I am going to smash his skull in.  You swear a lot these days.    Maybe I should just do it than swear. Hmmm  

She committed suicide! Impossible, I just met her on the stairs. Yeah, maybe you are the one who prompted it. Damn! She said she will call you tonight. But didn't you say she committed suicide? Yes, she did. Then how can she call me? Oh! That's because she died only on  FB.

Life rattled the ribcages of time.  Lying neglected like autobiographies of fools. Empty vessels make noise, he thought.  

Will you meet me tomorrow? Yes. Hmmm, so you are confident about cheating death? What? Nothing.

I thought you told me that this was a nudist beach.  Yes it is, you just have to use your imagination.

That's an outrageously blatant lie Said the mind looking at the body What if the mirror lied?

Help that's somebody's palm! Don't worry you are drunk. No that looks like a lady's palm. It even has a diamond ring on it. You must be kidding me. Where? Look it's climbing up the wall behind the bedstead. I will be damned. That's a palm alright. But how can it move on its own? Is a rat or something carrying it? No, it just moved on its own. Hurry call the old man who runs this motel. What did he say. He says it's harmless! What?   

Go easy on the ants my  boy or soon they will be creeping out from your other end. Is that how my granddad died? I saw ants coming out of every orifice? Damn, boy he was roadkill not an eating disaster. Roadkill? You mean he used to kill ants on the road? Nope boy, he got run over by the angry metal boxes on wheels. He was a bit deaf and lacked your speed to have crossed their path. Shut up and have your ants. Don't make aunt Armadillo wait. Ok mom. These low fat red ants taste better than the black ones. Slurrrrrp. Boy, what did I tell you!

Clocks, they always steal time.  Sometimes they make us late.  Sometimes early.  Their hands are at work always.  Crossing each other and measuring our lives.  Clocks, darn clocks.  Hours, minutes, seconds... they are stealing our time and life.  Clocks, there is no escaping them and their disciples.  

Life in a bottle is interesting. You sit safely on a rack behind the glass walls that embrace you. People come look at you, make faces and go. They are so funny. Rumor has it that some day, the destined one will appear and free you from the bottle. But who wants to escape from the bottle? Everything is hermetically sealed and stable. No bacteria, no fungi and no external elements. Isn't it fun? Isn't this life?   

When the moon wanes away. Will the world also shrink with it? Maybe the rabbit knows better. 

The water was rising fast. It's the moon, thought he. Now he could hear it flowing down his cellar steps. I will have to switch to my gills, soon. Something strange was going on. Instead of the usual icy cold water, his feet got scalded. He jumped in pain. The volcano must have burst and the lava would've reached the sea. I will have to get my escape pod now. He grabbed the lever and yanked it with all his might. Something creaked way down. The room shuddered. The floor parted and his escape pod appeared. He jumped in and hit the ignition. Nothing happened. The fuel was frozen. Now all that he had to do was to wait for the scalding water to melt his fuel. But then will his pod start, he never knew. He was floating on his own ocean of uncertainty.        

The puddles grow into oceans The tears pour down like god's premonition  Thus flows the senseless rhyme 

When man slays another man  The clock of evolution is pushed back Far beneath hell and redemption