Kidding

Someone rang the doorbell and sneaked under the door a piece of paper which read 'I am outside your house, hiding in the bushes' Punks! They need to be sternly dealt with. So I opened the door and went out to confront those bullying bastards. And on the floor lay another note, which read, 'Just kidding. I am hiding under your bed in your room.'

Endless loop

"I know, but I need to get out there and finish what I started!" This loop is endless, my friend. "I know, but I need to get out there and finish what I started" This loop is endless, my friend...

Dinner at the neighbour's (a three-line horror story)

"The keema tastes great. What are the ingredients?" I asked, sitting at the dinner table.

She said, "Oh, just some butter, onions, garlic, ginger, chillies, spices, and I chopped up old kitty for the occasion."

"Delicious," said I.

Decay

I can now say that I am okay.
The journey of two seasons has ended today.
I’ve pined for the familiar while I fought in the fray.
I’ll reach home ‘fore the sky perpetuates the grey.

I was away for a while and I am surprised,
To see my home diminutive in size.
All the picture frames missing, leaving markings, besides,
The faucet’s leaking, the plaster’s peeling inside.

My friends have all left, my family has disappeared.
They are coming to pass, the things I have feared.
The ill-behoved fury my enemies endeared,
my enemies are no more, the fury has endured.

My aching bones attest to toil.
They tell the story of a self-inflicted foil.
I have sat, meditated, and observed a while,
the churning brine, broth, and bile.

I’m ready to pass the blame,
a little bit against everyone’s name.
Point fingers, than hurt my pride,
For the pattern chance and choice connived.

It’s dark outside, I cannot leave.
I have baggage and the looters loot the bereaved.
The night murmurs, ‘I’ll be gone’ — the constant refrain.
With the morning I’ll be gone again.

Under the sheets

White cotton sheets, white ghosts reclining,
on beds which stink of meds and bodies.
Machines beep and it reminds me of
the bell that rang when the door opened
and you walked in my life.

You were driven by who knows what.
 You walked under a shadow of wickedness wearing a mask;
Green eyes stared at me through jagged holes.
Your delicate hands held a revolver.
You pointed it at me.

I was a rabbit caught in the light of your love.
Dazed, I raised my hands over my head,
and walked away.
You took the cash from the stash and turned around
to find my hand on your shoulder.

A magician’s trick of hands or an exchange of gift between friends.
A bomb went off, a trigger pulled, a lump burst.

Between sheets you are a frail deer, your once-luminous eyes blink
with the cadence of the beeping machine,
whose sound now vanishes,
and you walk out of my life as hurriedly as you came in.

Summer escape

I have let another summer escape.
Another summer barbecued by the Sun and sponsored by Time.

Not what I wanted.

Another summer,
Piquant & passionate.
Vehement & violent.

A ripe hoiden bursting with juvenescence, fertile for bearing.

Another summer meant for tussling with the mammoths,
to remember st vitus and plunge in domesticity.

To heed the gentle counsel of pia mater & prudence.
To be the pike-bearer and put down Cupidity.

Cowrie! Collect cowries for the old man and old woman.

But I have let the summer slither down the wormhole.

It's done!
Apathy, avant!

I'll take the baptism by flagrant flames or take the mezzaluna to my bones.

But. I. Shall. Not. Let. Another. Summer. Pass

Rinn Mhuintir faoin duilliúr

 # Round, rigid
 visional rigor-mortis
               Imposed
Drosera capenses
              Dionaea muscipula                                                                                                                                              Sarracenia Psittacina

             This is Delirium! 
             Just a sneaking hole accessible through      
            circadian disruption

Sporadic white
                            cumulus, stretching for miles                                       forever fluffy, cotton candy of celestial ruffians

Oh, the window is closing. Quick!

Charm, Boutonnaire! Chocolate, éclair!

Sauteed with crisp, lost souls,
              and served with finely- chopped meat
             extracted from the mystic  sheeps from the Himalayas.