Hate Me

A gush of sudden emotion
has flash floods in my head,
a prairie of Capgras delusions
and memories' sanctuary dead...
but every one of your words echoes
as dreams die a screaming death,
but i refuse to share my woes
even as i cry tears of blood...

and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???

All you wanted is a li'l peace
and a kiss that could hardly tell,
It is I who wanted more space
and with beaming pride i swelled...
but you did put it up in my face
when you cast love's last spell
its now an open-n-shut case
and yes, i've been felled...

and all i can ever think is...
if you hate me today... ???
will you hate me tomorrow... ???
is it the only way to see what's good for you ???

Now i burn in compunction
and you remain chary of my word,
i dont ask for compassion,
i thank your suicidal hate...
i'm waging battles with self
'n i shall never return...
for one last time i thank your help
and that smile lingers around every turn...

And all i ask for you is to...

"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you...

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you..."

Extemporary

Lemontree got me by the scuff of the collar. There's a job to be done. A tag. So let me just get to the fun part extemporaneously.

i am thinking about...
november, a silver jag, a drive, a song, a walk, a hike, sky diving, white water rafting and a lot more with carpe diem-ish enthusiasm.

i said...
smart aleck stuff which has gotten me into a lot of trouble.

i want to...
fly kites and crash them into planes.

i wish...
for the anti-being/article/instance of what i really want.

i hear...
hymns in the dark, whispers in daylight, and the kettle drum roll before all "bada booms".

i wonder...
how people don't get tired of themselves. I've had enough of me; I want to swap souls. I also wonder if all dogs bark in the same language.

i regret...
not being opportunistic.

i am...
an important cog in a system of Gods.

i dance...
as well as anyone can with two left feet and two right hands.

i sing...
to put myself to sleep and to keep my brother awake.

i cry...
crocodile tears to pull off a shenanigan.

i am not always...
sarcastic, curt and snobbish.

i make with my hands...
a couple of shadow puppets, bad cracking noises and sad attempts at sand castles.

i write...
in spurts. With my fingers on the keyboard, i type till i have to think again. Thats when i stop.

i confuse...
people around me. Its fun to keep 'em guessing.

i need…
some favorable synergy happening to get all that i've ever wanted in my life. I need to hear a voice to get me thru' each day. I need to sense a giggle to keep me smiling. I need to work a few things out in a hurry.

I tag.......
Anu Russell
Swathi
M (tread softly upon)
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Second Wind
Truth Fairy
Neha.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase oblige. :)

... and that is how my seconds unfold...

I loved my poison,
i loved it sweet...
what's lost is forgotten
in a heartbeat...

The second scent
is only a whiff
the second shot
is but a chance

the second glance
is a final twist
to a tale as hazy
as morning mist.

the second word
does the trick
you need no sword
when words prick...

my second wish
is death's kiss
to all my dish
that went amiss...

my second turn
at an awaited tryst
guarantees an ending
so very crisp.

PS: and that is post # 100 :)

topsy-turvy

who's to say what's top and bottom,
i'm'na turn the whole thing upside down,
tonight my imagination catches flight
and there's no stopping curiosity...

who's to differentiate right from wrong,
i'm'na turn ur perspective around,
my sight chases a distant kite,
just as my flight catches wind...

who's to say what's done can't be undone,
i'm'na flip the hourglass around,
my sails catch the westward wind,
one glide is all it takes to rediscover time...

who's to say what's whack; what's not,
counter spin your brain around,
u'll see that tizzy is the state to be,
to be high and floating around cloud nine...

who's to say what's noise from sound,
i'm'na tune u to mother nature's song,
give your brains the needed wings,
be an aide to my quest for abstraction...

who's to say what's beautiful; what's not
i'm'na turn the fish bowl around,
what you see bottom-up,
is the truth unknown top-down...

Weirdo !!! Me ??? Really ???

The princess is looking for a few chuckles, i suppose. I shall not challenge her autocracy and for the lack of other choice, i choose to be complaisant. According to her wish or as are the rules of the tag, I will list 5 POSSIBLE instances of quirky behavior / weirdness intrinsic to being me. Fortunately for me though, i am plentifully equipped with irregular brain cells and a copious abundance of bizarreness flows in my arteries and veins. So, here we go...

1, The digital volumo-meter on any audio-visual device at my place has to read one of the following levels. {2, 8, 16, 22, 28}. 13 might sometimes be an allowed level. If the sound is too hard on my ears or hard to hear, i'll bring in an amplifier with analog tuning capabilities, but the numbers have to stick.

2, I have a constant feeling of deja vu. I feel like i have dreamt a lot of things happening to me. It's like i'm living a dream. The bad kind.

3, My mom says that as a li'l kid, tearing a newspaper was my favorite activity. These days, tearing my own junk mail is. It's an art. To have perfectly alligned edges overlap is sooo satisfying... However, my favorite part is the music. Yes, the sound of tearing paper is music to my ears.

4, I have a constant itch. An itch to re-arrange the planets in the solar system in the order of growing radii. Besides, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neputne have no business having 63, 47, 27 and 13 moons respectively.

5. So, i'm not as obsessive about dental hygiene as some of my other buds are, but i do like having white teeth... I brush my teeth in 8 different angles and clock or count-down the time i spend at each.

Guess that does it... LOL, it hardly took any time... Pardon my pseudo-existence and before i drift back into oblivion, here'z the guys i pass the baton to...

Pranky
Second Wind
Isis Panthea
Fosix
Anu Russell
Anu

AMUSE ME !

ekla chalo

'twas then the time to make amends
and work on terms of endearment,
but you lived on an enchanted dream,
bothered not of love forlorn.

now is my time to walk alone,
show me not your compassion;
in my head a requiem drones,
as i tread my path to perdition.

... ... ...

Future beckons. It does. Every single day, I'm bombarded with emails from the future. Here's proof ^ ^

Look at the date on the far right. The emails are all written in UULFAC. UULFAC stands for Unified Universal Language of Funny Alphanumeric Characters. Apparently, the language will be invented by ME two years from now (June 21, 2008). The omnipotent language will be invented so as to enable people, computers, zombies, gizmos and altoids to speak the same language. Yes, citrus altoids and tangerine sours will also speak the same language. Anywho, according to the emails, i am no longer alive in 2038. The world happens to be in dire straits and help is needed from the most fertile brains that have ever existed, and hence the deluge of emails. So fellas, I'll be gone a while. I'm off to the future and when i'm back, i shall have a lot more answers and a lot more to write about. Mr. Bombastic is on fire, isn't he ? ;) So long then. Behave.

fine wine takes time...

I've been wanting to write for a while now... It's not that i have nothing to write (or for that matter set right) nor do i have a revelation to make, but there is too much of the gloom-n-doom flu going around and i feel like my own mood partakes and exudes such negative vibe that i'd be better off sparing my readers worldwide... Not really, but that is as much as an excuse i could concoct without having to malign anonymous google searchers who find their way here.

Speaking of cussing, i've been honing my skills... I watched "Yo Momma" over the weekend. Y'know the show where the contestants are rewarded for churning out slanderous filth. The winner came up with a masterpiece; "Yo Momma is so fat, Jesus can't lift her soul". I think it's witty, hilarious and it's got the zing...

Anywho, on a totally unrelated note, this blog completes 1 year of existence. Though it's used a face lift or two and has been re-christened from the original "Neurotic Rumble" to "Yakety-Yak" to the current "Moon's Croon" (which i think i will keep for life), it has survived the test of time... And if a priori behavioral analysis bears any guesstimative capabilities, then it means that barring any jinx or untoward incidents, posts here will continue to rattle middle earth like a semi-dormant-semi-active volcano.

Wishing y'all peace and prosperity.

PS: I'm also close to the 100 post count.. COOL.