Blahsphemy

There were only 31 left. The rest lay forgotten. Soon these will also give way to the new. A fresh lot will appear and the cycle will repeat. 

A lost memory returned. There were no celebrations for its return. No one hugged it. It just stood there in a corner like an unwanted guest at a party. 

I have been living a lie all these years. As an ideal son. A good student. A reliable friend. A devoted husband. A loving dad. A law abiding citizen. A good neighbor. An ideal employee. Everything was what others wanted to see. Was I any of that, I still don't know. I don't even know if that's me staring back from the mirror. 

I am ready for fame. I am bisexual. Fallen in love. Had a same sex relationship. Fathered a few children. The voice droned off and on at the other end of the confession box. The priest struggled to focus as his aged body sank in to a stupor induced by a heavy lunch and a few glasses of wine. Before his mind slipped away into slumberland he wondered how lord almighty managed to be famous all these years.  

Do you want to write? Asked the paper. The pen didn't know how to react. It was pretty unusual for the paper to make the first move. The pen felt the ink boil inside him. But in the heat of the action he could just spurt out a few nasty ink blobs. The paper felt dejected. It was her first attempt at getting the upper hand and all she had was a few ugly blots to show for it.    

Will one get any richer  Watching life float by like water hyacinths Or become a lonely island?  

The list grew by the day. It was like a hungry serpent which gobbled up anything on its way. The more he fed it, the more it grew. At one point it looked as if it would gobble up his life as well. So he slashed it down mercilessly and fed it to the dustbin. 

Who cries when bubbles burst? Is it the water or the air? Maybe only the bubble cries

Looks like god woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. His lightning curses were accompanied by booming thunder. Then came the sleet and rain. That's when I woke up, just in time to watch my tent being blown away into an abyss. Now don't ask me which side of the bed I woke up on. 

He said: My fear has eight legs. She said: My fear is big and hairy. They said: Our fear slithers and stinks. The stranger: I am yet to see mine. They looked at him as if he was their worst fear. 

Life drained out of my body in spurts. The cut to the vein was surgical. Poor heart didn't know it was being drained. It just went on with its involuntary business till there were no red blood corpuscles ferrying oxygen to its muscles. I had lost consciousness long before these happened. My central nervous system was trying to save me by inducing a blackout. But, soon it also blacked out. In the blackness two words shone like fireflies; the end.

I am a polar bear in a camel's clothing, he screamed. The crowd around him guffawed. Never thought a camel will get a sunstroke, quipped one.