before merging with the grey...

The intrepid rain drops on my flesh
and washes away my unforgiven
whilst the wind floods my hair
and blows away the insignificant
to recuperate my heavenly losses
for this forsaken eve had taken refuge
from the perpetual pummels of time
into the realms of the ravening dark

Her cherubic wings fluttered
For the heavens had promised her agony
Through the twilight and thorns that serveth the vile
And tides of the restive faith
Like a proud unfallen star
She still bejeweled the skies
For the tempest assured her a flight
Above the reachable

The golden dawn bows
For the queen of the ethereal walks
Past the midgets of scorn
and the hymns for the bygones
She pours drops of pride
From the deepest vials of gold
On her damned white gown
for her yellow moon had a promise to keep.

Evade the obtrude

I sang all the way to the office. The drive was pretty good even though I had expected a lot of traffic. There’s a new face in the office. He looks a bit confused though. We need more female employees in here, for there's no equilibrium here. Same inflated egos everyday, same boss who calls himself an 'entrepreneur' and scratches his butt in public, same air-conditioned prison with no signs of life inside. This place needs women.

I just picked up the newspaper. The headline in Delhi Times, 5^th July: Can Marriage be a punishment for rape? Reminds me of the endless heated arguments with my friends and acquaintances during graduation days. Times group likes to ask rhetorical questions in its newspaper. It’s like killing someone who’s already dead. I remember how my classmates refused to talk to me because of my pro-women stance on a few occasions.

What are we trying to implement here? The problem or the solution? Isn’t capital punishment a way out of a demented and worthless life of a deranged and diseased mind that remains unmoved by the cries and tears of the one who’s being ruined?

And then I get to hear the two-wrongs-don’t-make-a-right theory by our pseudo altruists. Is it really that simple? What’s the newspaper got for us today? A 24 year old woman with years of hard work, schooling, entrance exams, friends, joys, sorrows, graduation, mushy moments, relatives, commitments, fallouts, intelligence, opinions, achievements, love, family, growing up, laughter beaten down by iron rods and dumped on the road because a few men couldn’t handle alcohol and a porn movie!

In all walks of sanity, ordering a rape victim to marry the convict is a punishment for the victim and not for the convict. It’s a way of telling the victim that you cannot get away with rape alone, there’s more humiliation and pain left for you.

There has to be punishment for those who wrote such a law and passed it. It’s time I step away from this computer before I lose it and let profanity flow.

7:11

It was a boring Sunday as usual. Woke up and half an hour later, I was hammering keys on my keyboard. Suddenly remembered I had downloaded Quake 3 Arena, the greatest of all computer games. Downloaded some technical death metal. It reminded me of the gig I was supposed to attend the same evening. It was 6 pm when I took a quick second shower of the day. I'm always starving at the end of the show, so this time, decided to do something about my hunger before I even hit the ring road.

Some mutton seekh rolls did it for me. Cafe Morrison, South Ex was the venue. I punched some keys on my cell and informed a friend about the gig. Was running low on balance so decided not to call her up. Rs. 26, it said. Me and my friend finally reached the place. The place looked quite congested from outside. We found our way up as the overzealous bouncer hushed away all the people who were just standing there and making some last minute frantic calls to some friends. I could see the people inside from the glass door and it didn't look good. As we entered, a guitar placed under a glass slab was right under my feet. Innovative, I thought!

We walked in as some plastic smiles and curious eyes checked us out. The sound check had not even begun, just like always. It did not take long for me to understand the kind of crowd the bands had attracted. I checked out my surroundings and hoped that this gig won't disappoint me. Hellbound harmony started the show and I must admit, I wanted to punch the vox. Some sharply dressed female clones were poised in front of me. One of them, sure had something against my stomach for she couldn't stop elbowing it. My elbow your tummy, she thought. My arms, your hearse, I thought!

Every time she ran her hand through her hair, something happened to my eyes. But I decided to bear it for I knew, once the real metal started rolling, the bimbos would be gone. But that's the tragedy for there was no metal! I was right...they were with the band!

I patiently waited for Alter Ego for I was disgusted already by the sound inside that air-conditioned-chokehold. They played a few good songs by RATM but something was still missing. It turned out to be the most pathetic gig I had ever attended. Now, I just wanted to get out of there. What way to end a day I already hate. Me n my friend drove back home discussing other bands and gigs we had attended. He dropped me at my place and the moment I touched the main gate, the lights went out. A huge grunt came from the transformer near the park. I wanted to laugh but I decided otherwise. The inverter gave up too and I slept for 2 hours. My Sunday ended where it had begun.