I need the drugs to keep me insane
lines and lines of ideological cocaine.
Straight lines are twisted paths,
two and two make five,
I’m craving death or salvation
into oblivion I dive.
Shapes, shapes everywhere
like a child’s playing set,
assembled by a professional architect
live and die for the unpaid debt.
Invictus was a lie and a crime
control is only a punishable dream.
We aren’t masters of any fate
unheard go the screams.
For humanity is already known
to have been evil at inception,
we all must pray for forgiveness,
what we believe in doesn’t matter
but someone hallucinated voices
of a superhuman living in the sky,
and now is determined that after we die,
we all pay for our lies,
and lay in coffins our size.
Because who gives a damn about love
when we can hate in the name of the man above.

The Thorns

Reason is not necessary in certain situations
lack of it is an art in itself,
to create and marvel at your creation
as it breathes devastation for all you love
in that lies the true art.
Your poisoned words are blasphemy
at a funeral for my creation you should
show some respect and quieten for once.
Which is the perfect blend, will forever remain
shrouded in mystery, and perhaps
it is meant to be so. In the end there only is
the shadow that engulfs you and me,
as we plunge deeper and deeper into the abyss
of imperfection, of defects, prototypes,
discarded ideas howling for redemption.
I contradict all popular opinion
and say life is a bed of roses.
Some admire the intoxicating aroma,
or the delicate, petite petals.
Some others can feel the thousand thorns
piercing their skin and leaving gaping holes
where once was perfection.

Bloodstained Valentine

Will the walls cave in under the ground
forever closing off the diamond mine,
and necklaces of gold will wait in vain
to wrap the neck of my bloodstained valentine?

Will the grapes remain sour too high to reach
will they never be brought down for my wine,
for when I sit at a table for two, lonely in company,
opposite my sweetest bloodstained valentine?

Will the lipstick lose its identity, its color,
and the rosy lips never feel so divine,
as the shade slowly, oh so slowly turns blue
too blue to kiss my bloodstained valentine?

Will the words “till death do us part” be our undoing
and the setting sun disentangle our fate entwined,
as it grows dark around the countenance of
my lovely, beautiful bloodstained valentine?

A Reason

They were all lost in blind search
every corner, nook or cranny.
No stone unturned, no subtle clue
missed or they’d have to start anew.
Every word they say, or thing they do
all for that one single goal,
a single minded search in the dark
with only the senses they don’t know
to guide them through this endeavour,
this whirlwind of events repeating forever.
A never ending loop, never twice the same
a deadly contest, a lively game.
In moving pictures on the screen,
in the victories that have been,
or the successes that could have been,
in horrors or pleasures heard or seen
or all that left un-felt and unseen,
hidden is the warmth of the destination
of their long wound search
for a reason.


We all have had imaginary friends
at times when the real kind were
hard to come by, we made them up.
They were our own creation,
sort of like a work of art, or poetry.
We made them just the way we desired,
and they acted just the way we desired.
We never fought, never argued,
we accepted each other as we were.
They were perfect human beings to us,
ideal, despite not being human at all.
The people who don’t fit our vision
of what an ideal being should be
are shunned.
Yet our imaginary friends taught us long ago
The secret to being a perfect person
is simply accepting another’s imperfections.

The Superhero

It is not worth dreaming of being a superhero,
using superhuman powers for the good of humanity
brings no happiness to you,
especially since the world is so thankless
and will brand you a threat, for diplomatic reasons.
You will be answerable to a hundred commissions,
and you smallest actions will court controversy.
People will go after you for saying and doing the right thing
while vigilantes with their own twisted agendas,
who take life on suspicion of violating their beliefs,
will go scot-free.
You will be shunned for being secular, liberal
saving the lives of people of a particular religion
will get you branded a terrorist.
Might as well keep your powers a secret,
and keep to yourself forever.

Slithers and Scales

A hiss under the bushes
sending fear shooting through
the strongest human’s spine.
The soft ground rubs against
the scaly body, as it slithers.
Slithers in search for the next
unsuspecting prey, waiting to strike.
A green as the undergrowth,
the bounty hunter for the devil
with its fangs bared, armed with venom.
Cold blooded reptiles, size doesn’t matter
the smallest can bring down elephants.
You’d think that those are the only kinds of snakes
you’d be wrong.

I’m New To This


Wow, I’ve never been nominated before. Alright, Thunder Poet nominated me for this thing and I have never been nominated before and I’m really honored and so… let’s get down to it! (PS Check out Thunder Poet positively)


  • Thank the person(s) who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog
  • Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
  • Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions
  • List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or on your blog

1. If you would ever write an autobiography, what would be the title ?

A Dorky Psychopath’s Memoirs

2. Name only one book that has made a great impact on your life.

I think that honor would go to “Perks of Being A Wallflower.” I really loved the story. It was touching.

3. Imagine you have only one day left to live ..what would be your schedule of your last day ?

a. Run naked down the main road screaming praises of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
b. Blast Aerosmith’s “Janie’s Got a Gun” on the balcony
c. Have sex. Lots of sex. I don’t know how, but in no way am I dying a virgin.
d. Do heroin. It’s a very dangerous drug, but since I’m dying anyway, who gives a shit?
e. Drink all the alcohol I can take before puking.
f. Change my name to Turboblast Sexgod Ninjadroid

4. Which skill or hobby you have that only a few persons know ?

I am really good at sex. Nobody knows that. Not even me, since I’m still a v*rgin. Just kidding. All my skills and hobbies are pretty much known by everybody. I sing, I write poetry, I play the guitar and occasionally rap (only the serious ones, not ones about girls and parties and money). I also write short stories.

5. The best place on this earth for you to pass a holiday. ( except your house or bed😋)

Pripyat, Ukraine. It is my dream holiday destination. It was the site of the famous Chernobyl nuclear disaster. It is a ghost town, completely abandoned. There are abandoned amusement parks, playgrounds, hospitals, schools, houses. And everything looks really creepy. Closer to home I’d love to spend a holiday at Bhangarh Fort, Rajasthan, India. It is supposed to be the most haunted spot in the country.

6. How would you define yourself in one short sentence?

Unhinged psychopath with a flair for poetry.

7.  What are some strange or annoying things you think some bloggers do ?

Bloggers are just people, and aren’t all people strange in their own unique way?

8. Your favourite foreign dish?

Spaghetti Bolognese.

9. From Harry Potter world, who would you choose to date and why?

Hermione Granger. I watched the first two films when I was really young and Emma Watson left a lasting impression. A really lasting impression. However, going strictly by the books I’d probably date Luna.

10. Which strange habit you have that you won’t admit to the outside world?

You expect me to admit it on my blog? as a declaration open for all to see? Well, my habits stay with me, ain’t goin’ nowhere.

My nominees are:

Emerald Poet

Aashi Goel

Midnight Musings

Frank Solanki


And that’s about it. Sorry, I’m not really that well connected here.
Goodbye, have a great life!


Beyond the Wire

A pair of eyes stares back at me,
from beyond the barrier.
A barbed wire fence between us
volts of electricity running through.
The eyes look almost human.
Like human eyes, one look at them
sends its memories flooding through mine.
The scar tissue lining his cheek,
about the length of a rowboat,
the empty redness in his eyes
and the deep gashes where the leash was,
around his neck, the girth of a tree trunk.
He used to take me for rides on his back
before they found him
and believed him to be too much of a threat.
My shivering hand touches the scarred cheek.
He winces, then turns away,
rises to his full hundred foot height,
and leaves me without a friend

Diversity Exists

Diversity is a fact. It cannot be contested.
It is like global warming, by which I mean, of course,
it exists. Different kinds of people exist.
This may come as a shock to many,
but homosexuals, transgenders, Muslims,
African-Americans, Africans,
and many other diverse groups of people
are human beings. They are homo sapiens.
Not tolerating someone else
for minding their own business
is more than wastage of time and valuable resources
is complete and utter bullshit.
Don’t judge me on the basis of my imaginary friend
who lives in the clouds and controls my life.
Don’t judge me on the basis of whom I prefer to sleep with,
unless it is done without consent,
in which case, I deserve to be arrested.
Don’t judge me on the basis of what I eat.
If it was ordained for us all to be vegetarians,
we wouldn’t have a digestive tract
which is able to digest meat, chicken, fish or b***.
Seriously guys, ease off, don’t shove your ideas down my throat.