Hell Trekker

Her Name

2011-06-13T09:06:00.003-07:00

Once in a million years

Blue moon reins the sky

Gypsies sing the merry ballads

Elves dance through their caves

‘Cause they got their spirits high

For the day is of the small infants

Scantily clad and heavily armored

Who fly with the speeds of a thousand smiles?

Playing their game of archery, matchmaking

And go by the name of cupids

And one fine day, while out on a walk

Felt a tingling sensation in my heart

Little I knew what misfortune bestowed upon me

For ‘twas the pain of a cupids dart

And when I came to know, nothing could had been done

They did what they came for; the objective they sought was won

They damage they imparted still haunts my heart

I wish it had never happened, Chronos would ring his bell

For violins played a hysteric tune

Bells rang a melancholy strain

Heart played a lunatic beat

Mind portrayed Hallucinated notions

That’s what happened when I met her eyes

God forbid, for I wish she felt the same

Being just a lane apart

I went to ask her name

Then in the midway I got a call, my house was on fire

And I never got the chance at all

And still I roam these streets

With an optimistic heart , playing a game

For soon a day will come

When I will ask that Damsel her name

Some One to fall back on

2011-06-10T05:02:00.000-07:00

Strolling through the misty lanes

Reminds me of those days,

Scented air, Lusty white

Ecstasy fills my entrails

Footsteps of her hallowed shoes

Enchants still my ears

A dream of her snowy face

Releases my heavy tears

I still can’t let her go

Though she’s no longer mine

Her memories linger around

Like fragrance loathes wine

God knows what she wants

For I seem to have given up

Having drunk the poisoned liquor

Of her rosy cups

She hates me, but I love her

But I mere a commoner

Can’t ensure her Chateaus

Villas or even knights

But all I can offer is love

For I am No Prince

I aint no saint

But I’ll be everyone

To fall back on

Saturday The 12th

2011-02-19T08:29:00.000-08:00

A walk into the shallow woods

Reminds me of her face

Whom I until never, But now

Consider a big disgrace

The girl I thought her to be

The girl she never was

Whom I met and befriended

For a noble cause

For I consider her to be

Different from the mass

Storky punk and a girl with brains

But turned out no different,

Then the highland lass

She behaves in a way, no one could guess

The secret of the multiple sides

The brat that lurks within

Other brat’s hide.

Although I could never hate her

For what she’d done to me

I don’t know why , what had she done

That I can’t even enjoy Mark Anthony

All I did was to ask her if

She would care to be my girl

But she with her ego

Replied like a wind whirl

For she wanted to be alone

SINGLE, as to say

I left her the way she was

‘Twas her choice of course

I asked her to never mind

What happened on that day.

But she turned out to be Apollo’s maid

And behaved like Achilles

Created the situation bad for herself

And now she blames me.

For she now hesitates to meet my eyes

And stabs me behind my back

All I can say is lady I am a boy

And will always remain

Who will in this Holy Domain

Find many beautiful maiden.

It won’t hurt me , all your lies

‘Cause I have been through worsen times

But my love one day you’ll regret

The way you made me, Took this to my heart

For I can, but laugh.

And still I wonder

Were you worth at all?

The things that I have lost

In your dilemmatic pursuit

The respect which I have lost

I will but reconstruct

But the keys which I lost

Still makes me think

Were you worth it at All?

Heart Broken Bloke

2011-01-09T04:11:00.000-08:00

I sat and gazed through the open doors

Face chilled, limbs numb and broken heart I bore

I sat & sat & kept on the gaze

While out above the heavens raged.

No words to say , no jokes to bear

How can life be so miserable dear

Just one bad move and I fell apart

I ain’t got any choice, just a fresh start.

The girl I loved, I lost away

Like the gamble the Pandavas played

But this time it ain’t the game

I don’t know how I became so lame.

I let her go , out of my life

To become some dork Casanova’s wife

For she cared gold more than love

While I caressed her like a tender dove.

And now it rains cat and dogs

While I weep like my neighbors hog

For I have loved like an arctic tern

And wouldn’t have a lover for a thousand suns

The rain drops hide the tears of my eyes

While I read her made up lies

Lies those were so sweet yesterday

But now they sting like a Hornet’s way

I ain’t got any heart left now

‘Cause she took that away and I know how

For it ain’t life when you can’t enjoy

Love the things, when life messes around.

Thus, I cut my throat from ear to ear

For I have no one to fear

The god will be mine I know

In heaven or Hell, I don’t care

For it will be peacer

Then , this Hallowed Rain

And I smile……………………..

As the pain soothes away.

Journals Of A Nazi Voyager - Part 2 The Captain Peat Chronicles

2011-01-03T00:06:00.000-08:00

I lay flat on the sunbathen deck

Tanning for my rendezvous

With a coffee mug in my hand and a beer on my right

As my last girl got me screwed

I drank and drank

Watching morning bright

With ocean blues lay ahead

Island came and passed away

But my ship kept going on

It flew with a run of 1000 knots

And played with gigantic waves

Up and above rose my kneel

While I spurned on my Nazi tales

It flew a past a ghost ship

My captain on his heels

With my navigator broke

And rations gone

While wine had burned too deep

We got only a tiny chance

To go on as we could

Keeping our honors aside

We tried robbing ghost ship

The clouds cracked and whipped

Like Thor enraged

And Mount Olympus with Zeus in turmoil

The kneel of ships roar an fell

Like a top from a toddler boy

We searched and searched till break of dawn

And left no wood upturned

But couldn’t find a terrible hint

Of the whereabouts of the misfortune lot

The ship with sigh was identified

By my chef who lay in tears

For it was that of his wife

Who was on her way to the Allied Nations.

Then we got in shock of the unholy find

Which burned by blood apart

My cells probably dead and plasma vapors

I could have ate my eye

For the work was of the Captain Peat

My long lost comrade

Who once swore me his loyalty?

Turned me to the Britons

I went ashore every land

Found no clue of him

Not a bill, no single hair

This could have scented me to him

For now he lay in open charade

And I ran overboard with joy

For I can now sleep a like a man again

After having my vendetta paid

I lurked and found hull wasn’t as rusty as it looked

For it was a slave ship by June and carried load

So there must have been gold which he stole

This Clue lead me to the captain’s log

Which I tore apart

From it came out a scramble

With a code to the safe’s hideout

I sunk the ship and the antiques with it

And gave it a final blow

And now I was free for the Pursue

Of Peat my long Faithful Foe

For we were blessed by the Inch cape monk

And were impervious

And this was the reason why He couldn’t overcame my fear

We search high might

Each blow each tide

And thus reached the pirate’s club

Where we loaded rations and wine and ammunition

We left our ears open and our eyes without sleep

For sixty days in low disguise

With the sweetest fruit as the reward

As we found Peat's Bard.

We made him drink barrels

With rye on the house

Slowly he fell for our trap

Played by my playful maid

He gave us the word

For were now his friends

That he would get us work

And took us to the mighty caverns

Where his treacherous captain lurked

We went around in his boat

For days and nights apart

Loosing hope and fearing death

My crew started losing their nerves

We slept sleepless nights and dusky days

With days as dry as desert

Then like an illusion between downing caverns

Stood the DAWG ISLANDS

We went and played our parts great

And Peat never found that out

That we brought his malleable death

With bombastic sonorous sound

We set along the ships on fire

And poisoned his fleet and crew

Spared the women and the children

And ambushed Island all around

So little they rose and the greater they fell

As dead as the Inchcape Bell

Bullets in their eyes

And cannons in their face

And won apart The Dawg Islands

Now what lay ahead was Captain Peat

In his troubled mind and catskill technique

Had no trouble to retaliate and kill

He swayed a hand and men lay dead

Who worked under me for their bread

I ran and thrust a spear in his head

And sling my sword in his belly

His face now turned fearsome White

Life escaping like a bumble bee

I rose with pride and was a man again

With my companions aside and slaved dames

I detached his throat and held it by hair

And fixed it in front of my ship

As a good luck charm

I took the gold and antiquities

Loathed by lousy dead meat

For I was wealthy like the Sultanate Kings

And royals of world combine

I then searched and looked tough the ambush captives

For separating dames for slaves and trade

With children sold to tea colonies

And women as housemaids

And then I saw behind the broads she lurked

In shattered rags in tears

I gave her a helping hand

And then took her to supper

So thus ended my Peat vendetta

With my pride ad good as new

‘Cause I was a man again

Got myself another dame

And thus spurned on my tale.

Journals Of A Nazi Voyager - Part 1

2010-12-30T22:28:00.000-08:00

On my voyage to the western lands

I met a pretty dame

Her hairs blown to the face of mine

And her skirt brushed next to my pants

We smoked some marijuana

As the young bloods should

And drank the liquor barrels

Then she said

Wont you leave me at Havana or Miami

Cause I got a beau there

And all I had the use for you

Has now with the low tides

Sunken to depths of Mariana trench

I said please don’t

And somewhere I knew she wont

Leave me in midst of this fling

I kissed her long

Like a passionate finocchio

And here lips like fine ground Brazilian coffee beans

Made me an addict of her like I was of caffeine

Then we ate what of the rations were left

Including the wine of Henry IV

The dancers danced and singers sang

While we were going to her room

Then she said she was a German Irish

And like any dutiful NAZY

I sent a bullet through her brains

And left the body for my dogs to screw.

And months after her carcass was found

All the way to the Great Barrier Reef

Skinned to bone torn apart

My fair maiden who took my heart

But now I got above it

The worthless fling which ached my heart

I am a cold hearted demon

But she made me melt

Her beauty like Aphrodite’s

Took my heart to heaven

Which had now fallen from such heights

And now rested in pieces

The more I thought

The more I lurked

That why did I let myself be carried away

For now she wasn’t mine

And I will be always hers

But the Hades between us

All I can do is to wait till eternity

Till my body erodes

Till my soul repents

Till I meet my snowy lark

With such thoughts

I finished my Beef

And spurned my way

Through the BBQ Steaks

And with liquor in my buccal cavity

I Left for another land

Another land another dame

Another tale will get sprung

Exotic food and wine fragrant

With cherry blossoms all around

I will be in France

But I still had miles ahead

And miles before I go to sleep

But I have to get ready

For some anther chanced encounter.

Secret Politics of Extinct Political Topics

2010-12-30T21:35:00.001-08:00

Like the way dinosaurs got extinct and today World is in such situation that none of the countries has a living dinosaur in the form of sample . The same situation is with Topics in politics.Politics which has started from Road , Electricity , Water , Work , Construction , Security etc. topics is now standing empty handed . There is political battle ground; there are politicians but no topics. The only thing present is AIM- that also of getting a seat. Those who know that seats are not allotted but snatched are engaged in planning. All the parties have assembled their swings in air and are hoping that a swinging branch would come and will put its end in the swing. All the politicians are standing with their Christmas socks, who know whose sock will be filled by the election.

Today’s era is of doing secret politics of extinct political topics. Now with time old topics have vanished .Now who wants to dig out old graves. Who wants to waste his energy in searching old forgotten topics or making new topics work? When our work is completed without topics then why should we get ourselves into the swamp of topics? Talking about topics is like tying bell to a cat’s neck. If cats are affectionate to bells then they should come on their own and get bells tied in their necks.

As a matter of fact there is a big reason behind the extinction of topics. It is better not to touch the fucked up topics than fighting elections on the basis of political topics and getting lost in the maze of political topics. These are extremely risky. At once they make you climb the sky and then they remove the ladder. Now it’s up to you whether you hang on to the skies above or jump down and get your bones crushed to death.

Some years back a so called party named First Front came into existence with the topic of removing poverty. Before it could remove poverty – poor removed it. The result is while removing poverty it itself became poor. To remove its poverty the party even wailed in front of the beggars and for their support for its square meal.

In providing them with meals our world famous crammed beggars lost their carriers. To remain alive while doing left-right the Left also.

During previous years a cider base party took up the topic of low castes but after some days it came out that if topic is low castes then till how long it will give its support. On seeing extreme pressure on its head low castes came out of general wards, got admitted into private wards and after getting some air conditioned air took discharge and got extinct. Now the load is on social engineering. But on condition that it too doesn’t become a topic.

Most intelligent are those who don’t take open matters. If we see overall all the topics are now fucked up. Now all have a common and minimum topic i.e. pull others leg hang on his shoulder and then leave him behind and get ahead. Land if during all this process you come in contact with a topic...Be alert, topics that come in between the paths are too dangerous. Therefore no topic is required. Getting seats is sufficient in the name sake of a topic. Now remains condolences and promises , they are carried only till elections.And if they ever emerged out of existence no one can do anything. We never had a TOPIC!