Blahsphemy

In the presence of others we become strangers. His words sounded prophetic to her. Anyway he too had become a stranger to her, long back.    

I forgot.  What? I forgot to live yesterday. What crap? See my diary is blank. You forgot to write it. No, I was missing yesterday. Come on.  

It's an art form, he whispered as he sliced her throat. It's called death, he guffawed. Little did he notice that she had her finger around the trigger of an Uzi.

The burp was loud enough to disgust everyone. He looked across the room contented with the fact that everyone hated his burp. After all, what more can one expect of the ruling class.

As the blue sky faded from his sight, his mind screamed, be careful of what you wish for Icarius.

The bird has come again. It has been visiting me wherever I go. Today its there on the window sill of my 18th floor apartment watching me. I don't feed it. I always shoo it. But, it never leaves me. Maybe its just my mind playing tricks. But you too saw it right?