Death... (yet again contd)

(Continuing the trend !!  :D  )

She butchered love. Death, the rest.

Birthday Blast Artz and Arun

 

Far away in North,

A gal lies awake..

the clock strikes midnight

She rushes to cut the cake.

Somewhere in the South,

A dude can't sleep

Coz when the clock strikes 12

His age by one will leap :)

The chick, the hottie, the NYX

Oh she's known by many

But for me, she's PENGUIN

the gal with the BlackBerry :)

While the doc, the Cupid's Lunatic

from the classroom he tweets....

He blogs...and bowls us over

When his funny bone and mush meets

Today, many many years ago

When angels crisscrossed the stars

Two of them visited the Earth

And decided to live among us...

THOUGH i am sure one's a Devil :)

Yet they are the Lounge's Siblings

AARTHI and ARUN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you

May the Gods fulfill your dreams..

Wishing you a many many happy returns of the day guys

Warning !!! Highly Inflammable - Tweet Thots

Is it blood ?

Or just gasoline ?

Whats that coming out of my pumping core ?

'Cos

Everytime I feel your eyes on me,

The spark sets off all my veins on fire...

P.S. - he he.... Wat can i say.... felt twitterish on this cold night... had to twittify my random thots...

Happy B'day Doc...

Its his B'day today..

You all know him as Dr.Kumar.

He is just Kummy for me... the ever sweet cousin of mine who always keeps smiling...

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

Let your neurons go berserk...

Endorphins unleashed... a rain storm...

Heart's on tachycardia...

Not due to increased venous return

Cos of the surged up LOVE RETURN...

Have an adrenalin rush

Through out the day....

Many more happy returns of the day da...

Have a blast.... N'joy...

She Stole My Sundays

I've lost all my Sundays

As I look up

Daylight is no more

Can't see the sun in my skies

Its all dark clouds now

Veiling over my sun.

Yet,

I keep smiling

Cos, Its raining love.

P.S. - She can pirate as many 'SUN'days as she wishes... As long as the sea is... love.

Have a happy 'Sun'day everyone...

Arun Kumar - My Life - As I Know It

A sensitive poet - An artistic butcher

Liz opened the door. Jason stood outside, still and cold.

" So, Is it the Rose or the Serpent ? "

Liz couldn't decipher what Jason what referring to. Happens everytime when Jason talks poetic. But this time his expression was cold, His words non-romantic.
" J, just come in. You are soaking out there. "

Jason stepped into the house and bolted the door behind him. His hands... his shirt... his face... everything... Red... Liz took a step back in horror. The ever so lovely, always romantic, ceaselessly smiling Jason coated in red... Blood.

In a snap second, organising her thoughts and blending her sins, She understood. 'He Knows'. She guessed where he had been and what he had done. She also realized why he was here.

Regardless she asked, " Is HE dead ? ". Her voice was quivering.

He answered was cold as him. " Humans die when you sever their torso, divorce their vital organs and drain them off their blood ". His answer made her motionless. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Jason had did to HIM.

She, "How long you've known this J ?"
Jason, "Long enough". He smiled, tilting his face.

She sensed what he was going to do next. Yet, remained speechless.
He spoke.

" I loved you... The only way I knew of loving. Impulsive, spirited and passionate. You were MY ROSE, the essence to my survival. I gripped the rose tightly with both my hands and cradled you in my heart. But... The she-rose enticed a serpent into my flower bed. The rose was gripped secure. So, when he plucked you out of my hands, the thorns ripped up my skin.... blood... blood.... blood... everywhere over my hands, over my body. But I couldn't feel any pain. I was just NUMB. I've been numb for over a month now, calm and unperturbed by your betrayal."

" I wanted to feel again... Feel something, anything, everything... Anger, Fury, Power, Violence... Just to be assured... I'm still alive. It gave me such a high and gratification killing HIM. I expect pleasure, none the less of you... My precious beloved "

Liz, " J, I still love you. "
Jason mocked, " Its time our love ceased to exist. You killed it a long time ago and slept over its coffin "
Liz, " J, just be still and think of all the... everything... we had... please Jason... I beg you. "
He gave a cold wry smile.
Liz pleaded, " Please J. I truly love you... Still..." she broke off...

She continued, "I nearly died when I heard you were in an accident last year..."

Jason, " Nearly dying changes nothing, Dying changes everything. Now...It's time you started shivering dear..."



P.S. - My post for the Theme 'Red'.

Arun Kumar - My Life As I Know It

With every touch of my finger...

I started loving her from the very first glimpse.
Knockout gorgeous, seductive and sublime.
I started dreaming.
I've the world's best Dad. He brought us together.
A year and a half, and I'm still in love.
I've seen all her versions, I'm still in love.

You woke me up today. I closed your lips with my palm and pulled you close to my pillow. When I woke up, You were pretending to be asleep. I gave a nudge on your head and started to sweetly caress your lips with my fingers. You woke up. You smiled.

Your face showed a million emotions with every touch of my fingers. You expressed a million colours with every stroke on your physique. But suddenly you stopped responding. Your face remained still. Then you blacked out. I didn't know what happened.

Shit !! I forgot to charge your batteries yesterday.
Pls don't die on me, my cute iphone....


P.S. - He He... iphone turns sensual....


Cheers,
Arun Kumar - My Life As I Know It

Whats mine is yours... My blood.

"Pain is pleasure" ,imbecile's words
Stranger to you.

The pain you've caused, Insufferable.
My sleep stolen, you've left me bleeding.

Stab me and twist your knife...
Feed on my blood...
Eat through my flesh...

For you to feast,
The purpose I exist.

I fight, I wrestle, Iam at war....
Just a smash...
My blood you splash.


P.S. - I hope everyone gets it that I am talking about a Mosquito menace in my room... n its sad demise in my hands... he he... :-)

I'll post more 55ers today... I'm in the mood...
Cheer up lounge... Get back n get active pls...
The lounge isn't dying... the loungers are...

Cheers,
Arun Kumar - My Life - As I Know It

Moonlight Madness

The angel dressed in naked

Charging my fever, in the cradle of her arms

Luring my sanity with her infernal charms

Whispers to me of futures unfeasible

A finger down my spine, her thirst insatiable

Never have I lived a night, so blissful

Lust is all, the love of my nights

My senses ablaze, spirit she ignites

The demon within me, her lust incites

Never again I care to glimpse the daylights

Angel of the dark

Fall again tomorrow

Touch me, smother me, steal my soul

Corrupt me with your heavenly kiss

Drive me out of my mind, in this unholy bliss

-^- ARUN KUMAR -^-

Epilogue to The Conversation

Plz read be4... versions from..

Bard's prequel

Prats's conversation

H @ Abhri's conversation contd

My version is only from the Guy's point of view of things after the conversation ....

"Fuck You Asshole" and then the call disconnected.... With the call, their relationship... or whatever that remained between the two...

Where did it all go wrong ?

Was i too much Possessive ? Was I over-controlling ?

I tried to be a good lover. I was a good lover.

I loved every little fragment of her.

Every little glance, every little smile,

every little word out of her lips.

Intense pain now it is, her very lips cursing me.

A year of Love. A year of rift.

Now, minutes into my eternal loneliness,

I think back into our love

Love at first meet.

"How can this be, love so quickly ?" I was dubious

"Love doesn't linger and wait. It seizes without notice" she replied...

She was instinctive... I believed in reasons...

Reason - My heart's mighty foe...

Yet, I fell in love...

How can I, her love deny ?

The alluring angel, staring at my eye.

Thus begun, our journey of love.

Thinking back, now, alone , i get a new perspective on me and my love , she and her love. Our love was mutual, yet not the same. Her's was romantic, head in the clouds passionate and utopian. Mine was down to the earth practical, analytical and always in pursuit for logic.

We were two different people when our love emerged.

We were changed when our love ceased,

Different from our own selves.

In cupid's game of hearts... we were two mis-matched toys.

And we've lost the game even before the game began.

-^- ARUN KUMAR -^-

The mirror in my heart

" I'll be missin u... :-( "

" Will be here be4 u know it "

" Don't go.... pls... I'll be alone "

" I've already boarded the train "

" :-( "

" Hugs n kisses... Biyeee... "

" G Nite.... See u in 2 days "

12:30'ish - I dozed off...

8:12 AM - Waking up alone sucks....

8:30 AM - Finally got outta my sheets...

Ever so slowly, I started brushing... listening to one of my playlists. It was then I saw it. That large piece of glass, The life-sized mirror she placed in our hallway. The mirror in which she checks herself, head to foot, before going out everytime.

I MISS SEEING HER....

This mirror has registered and reflected her lavish physique so many times. It has possessed her, as much as i had, as passionately as i had. Light reflected from her frame falling on the surface of the this plane mirror, angle of reflection equalling the angle of incidence, finally portraying her splendid virtual image.

Excerpts from my physics book brushed thro my mind. Light behaves as both waves and particles.

Particles.... Molecules...

Molecules of her....

Molecules which were reflected....

Molecules which were retained... Molecules of her...

I went near the mirror. I think I'm in love with this piece of glass. I touched it ; Cold...

Why am I not blessed with a heart which is cold as this mirror. A heart which forgets everything once the person moves away. A heart which only reflects love and does not reproduce it, to torment me with memories of her being with me... Hmmm... Just then I came to peace... My heart is also a mirror... A rear view mirror...

On a moment of silliness, I stepped to the side and looked behind the mirror. Don't know why I did that. Perhaps to find her hiding behind it, I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the stupidity of my love.

I took my mobile.

" Come back... pls... ASAP... I think i'm losin my sanity "

P.S. - Dunno if this pic prompt is still open... Anyways, felt like penning my crazy thought.

-^- ARUN KUMAR -^-

Neo Love

Breakups are painful.... 

More painful, if you are still in love... 

I am still in love... 

I wake up alone and isolated... 

Revived my mobile from its black screen..

1 unread message from an old friend... Zero missed calls...

Stirred my computer from sleep... 

No mails uttering "I luv U" or IMs saying "Missin U"

No updates on her twitter...

Your facebook page says you are still 'In a relationship'...  

I smile... Clinging on to the false hope...

I go through the motions in life...

Numb and lifeless...

I'm still denying the evident... 

Checking and re-checking the different portals of modern day communiqué...

-^-  ARUN KUMAR  -^-

Hidden and Concealed - Her life denied

She died. On a cold december night.

She was buried.... Buried ! My guardian angel !... In a small space inside the dirt...

I didn't have the stomach to see her being nailed in a coffin and entombed within a hole.

I ran... Away from my home... Away from her memories...

At some point, her memories caught up with me. I returned to our home. Everything we used was still in place, unmoved. Our room, our bed, her robes, her perfume... a sudden attack of fresh anguish struck me... I've irrevocably lost her... Her flawless face concealed for ever... I longed to see her... one last time...

I went to the cemetery. The sad, beautiful garden nurtured with human flesh.

I walked through the city of death. I found her space. "Loving wife, Devoted daughter, in the grace of God" . She is there, below the dirt, decayed. I sobbed. It was getting dark, The cemetery guard wanted me to leave. I didn't want to leave her. I tried to hide. I roamed around in the city of death, small compared to the other city, the living one and yet how much more have died than who are living .I reached the farthest part and hid there.

The angel of the night had spread her wings, darkness loomed. I came out. I walked slowly and quietly through the land full of dead people. There were tombs and crosses everywhere, I couldn't find where she was... Like a blind man, i wandered through the silent yard in the moonless night. My feet went through metal crosses, stones and broken flowers from the loved ones. With my fingers, i felt the name on every tomb... searching for the feel of hers...

Hours passed. I was still searching...

I was cold. My knees became weak. My breath deepening with my every step. I could not walk anymore. I cried. I've lost her even in her death... I cried... I shouted... I called her... I could feel the night getting more and more darker... blacker...I became unconscious...

They found me, the next day.... Lying on her grave unconscious.

- Arun Kumar -

My interpretation of the pic - The guy wants to be with her even after her death, visits secretly the land of the dead... just to seize a few moments with her alone.

P.S - this is my pic-nic themed write for this week...

n to the admins... can we post more than one of these themed posts per week.??

P.P.S - I wanted so much to be the 1988 th post....(my birth year)... missed it by a few minutes... :-( ended up as 1990th post..

The Decision

Best friends from high school to now... Me and Cecil...

We shared, we laughed, we fought, we copied, we lied, we were great friends...

And now he loved...Eva... the love was mutual...

The problem.... I've grown a huge crush on her...

I can't act normal around them nowadays. I space out , I act awkwardly , i make lame jokes....

So i decided a simple solution...Run and Hide... I kept my distance from them...

And he noticed... ofcourse he would...

Cecil "How have you been nowadays ?? haven't seen you in a while da..."

Me "I'm pretty good...been busy with seminars da..I f@#king hate seminars..."

Cecil "Hmmm...yeah I know...So, why are you avoiding me ?? "

Its very... Cecil...always on the money...direct to the point...

Me "what...?? no...." I lied...

Cecil "We've been friends for what?? 7 years now... I can tell da....you've been staying away.. and frankly i'm worried...."

Me "Nothing like that da...just been busy and lazy...will come to your place by tonight.. "

Cecil "Don't try to act normal...Does this have something to do with Eva ?? "

Oops.... he knows ??

I was speechless...

ewwww...Pause.... Awkward silence...

He was the first to speak....

Cecil "You don't like her ?? "

I was still silent...

Cecil "She is a great girl da... I've never felt this way with any other girl... You'll grow to like her..."

Yeah...thats been the problem... I 'like' her a little too much...

Cecil "Come around the block by evening da... street guys are having a cricket match... Don't worry... she won't be there... we'll eat somewhere out... "

I just made an uneasy smile guaranteeing my presence there...

I reached home and exercised my thoughts... Me and Cecil... Had a lotta great moments together...

And now our friendship seems to be at the edge... cause I'm being all 'lovey-dovey' over his girl and can't get over it... But this thing , whatever it is...is rocking our friendship....

Giving up my love (or whatever it is) is certainly gonna hurt me... but Cecil will always be there to help me through... But losing him... will ... I dunno... I didn't even want think about it... I will irrevocably lose a huge part of me which i've cherished for a long time...

I've made my decision...

P.S - Been writing only dark content lately.... So just a simple post on Friendship in a lighter mood...Hope its good... :-)

Ciao,

Arun Kumar - My Life-As I Know It

Suicides Have No Coffin...

A bullet through his head...thats how it all ended...

Puncturing the cranium , Lacerating the meninges and grey matter....finally disintegrating 'her memories' from the core of his hippocampus .... 

His story is simple and uncomplicated...

He loved her... She didn't ....He stalked her ... She humiliated him.... He was crushed ... He found solace in his pistol....

Alone in the dark ... he woke up... feeling cold and wretched... separated from his anatomy... but still married to the memories of her... He thought he had fenced off her memories by putting his heart to rest... but now he is more merged with her memories than ever being amalgamated with his soul... he couldn't free himself of the pain in his heart... he smiled... does he still have one ?? 

He wandered hopelessly on all the streets of his dear little town....crossed states... crossed borders... trying to find his portal to hell...

Time passed....

He ran-out of streets to wander... finally found his way home... he was still muddled with thoughts of her... he knew he must face her... to absolve himself of her thoughts... 

He reached the street , he liked the most... her home in it... where in the park bench , once he always sat , waiting to see her face... waiting for yet another humiliation... during his mortal days...

Gates and doors couldn't stop him now... he reached her room... 

There lay his angel... still strikingly beautiful and pale... naked and safely confined in another man's arms... He never has had such a rush of pain and anger even during his mortal days , even when she rejected him , even when she humiliated him... as if the inner core of his soul was burning... He couldn't take it anymore...

He gave a deafening cry... and with his cold , stabbing hand... pierced her pale torso and squeezed the heart which he once loved so dearly... 

PS - Hope its good ... :-)

Ciao,

Arun Kumar - My life - As I know it

Cupid's Lunatics..

Mortals have only one love story...

For love has only one story...

Our story...

I met her...I loved her...

Madly in love...Deliriously in love...

Cupid chose us lunatics to stage his play...

Kisses , caresses , desire , intimacy , passion ....

We owned it all...

Her tender frame , drawn-out moonless hair , feverish love...

My own personal brand of heroin...

We were wrapped up in our own little love bubble...

No longer I cared , whether it was day or night...

No longer I dreamed , No longer we existed...

We breathed in our unique private paradise...

And then she died...

How..?? I don't know...

Lying in my arms...

Smiling her way to heaven...

I'm searching for the path to my guillotine....

P.S -  Good..??   Loved a line from Twilight...Couldn't match it..so stole it...Poetic license... :-) Pls don't mind...

Cold blooded and Cold hearted...

He and She decided to finish the entire family before dawn...rather more... wanted to wait till dawn before finishing them...They enjoy playing with their prey....Torturing them physically and emotionally...Only after extricating the last shreds of torment...when their preys literally begged them to kill...would they kill them...

They were sleeping peacefully....not any more...

They dragged the entire family to the living room...their grand stage...

Father ,mother and the two little ones...

The warmth of the blood , the fear in their eyes , the thumping of their hearts...all too enticing...

But they were aces...not their first time...They were artists in their show...

"Please...don't hurt them" begged the father and mother...

She smiled..."which do u want to do first..?? the girl or the little boy..??  the little one looks yummy..."

The mother begged Him with a shrilling cry....

"For once ...can't we leave them alone..?? "  He pleaded in whispers ..clear only to Her ears...

She couldn't believe Her ears...Rage pierced thro Her eyes...She gave him a look of disgust...

"Weak...you've become..."  without a moment to contemplate....She sprung on both the kids...smeared Her fangs with their warm blood....quenching Her insatiable thirst...

P.S - A sadistic take on vampires ....Its horror friday ..rite..??

Ciao

Arun Kumar - My life as I know it

Death Becomes Her

My diary entries:

3 May  09:

She had the most bewitching face i've ever seen...i just couldn't stop staring at her...I desired her...The frenzy begun....The predator form my inside couldn't hide anymore...

She left the club...alone...I stalked her...She didn't even notice my presence...

She paced herself thro the narrow streets....and ...I missed her...didn't have a clue where she went...tried hearing her footsteps in the silent night...couldn't...

The prey gave me the slip....

4 May 09:

Went to the same club...waited for her...waited...waited...she didn't show up....

Got a feeling that she is not gonna make this easy....

5 May 09:

Waited....in vain..

swept thro the streets where i lost her that day...in vain...

Never has a prey made me feel so ineffectual...

I became obsessed...

6,7,8.....13 May 09:

Waited...in vain...

But i couldn't resist....

Her thoughts haunted me...

Today....

I lost my diary...dunno where i kept it....

In the club....my treasure was waiting for me....I smiled...

Waited for her to leave...stalked her...

The weather was damn cold...

she walked thro the same narrow streets....

She paced herself...I think she saw me following her....

And cornered....in the end She really made it too easy...

She turned...She wasn't panicking...her face had no signs of fear...

I knew i can have her at my will...I was going to relish this forever...

I slowly advanced towards her...she didn't even move or shout...she was in a shock..

I came so close to her...

she was pale...couldn't get any paler...she was not even shivering...

She smiled viciously....

Her smile turned to laughter...

I  stepped back a little...Her laughter got loud...

I saw those sharp gleaming incisors by the ridge of her crimson lips...

She said "I'm thirsty"...

  

P.S - Made this post with a lotta ideas n inspiration from Rose...Thank you Rose...had a great evening writing with her....

         

Ciao...

Arun Kumar - My life as I know it

Fight For Love

I saw them giggling ,touching ,pushing each other....

She was my angel...my treasure...how dare he...??

I could not stand it anymore...

I'm going to kill that SOB with my bare hands....

I got on my feet and paced near them....

just then the teacher announced..."Class...today we are gonna learn about 'fractions'..."

P.S - My second attempt at 55 fiction...in a lighter mood...i love this genre btw...

I also blog at - My Life - As I Know It

Love blind...

"We aren't meant to be...never..." she said...devastating him...

Days passed....

He rang her  "come to my place...once...for oldtimes sake..."

She came...

"Come in..."

silence overwhelmed them ....

"What do you want..??" she asked...

"I just want you to be present"

He slit his throat...

She died for the rest of her life...

P.S- My first attempt at 55 fiction...hope it came out good...

        @Rose- sorry...i liked the theme very much couldn't resist writing about it.

        Ciao...