Saturday, January 26, 2008

I stood still in my tracks
and peeped inside my heart today.
An empty place I found
made up of dried clay.
I searched and searched
wondered lonely as a cloud.
I even touched the trees and daffodils
and thought of things that are blue and grey
and of nouns
a synonym for the heart
invain.
In a corner I found, a silence full of sounds
a broken dream
hidden away
a hope stranded;
a forgotten joy;
and a picture without a name.

Monday, January 21, 2008

The Teeth (revisited)

Perhaps the most important thing in human body is the collection of teeth. If you may notice, the humble narrator has not identified the mouth as a passage of importance but the very thing that dwells in it. The activities of the mouth are potently depended on the teeth, except when they are not desirable on certain occasions and during peculiar rituals. The teeth have, over the history, achieved the status of a phenomenon. They are not to be taken lightly, and certainly must not be considered as just the sculptures of calcium rooted into the gums.
The presence and importance of teeth can be noted into various aspects of human psychology, and the derived anthropology. The teeth as a collection, and not just a tooth, are the canvas of human expression. The teeth formulate the joyous expression of a smile, although it may seem that a grin would suffice, but it would not. Similarly, a laughter is just an exaggeration of the the teeth's will to absorb necessary air, when present. Hence, we can conclude that teeth have a brain of their own; that hanging piece of flesh just above the throat and behind the tongue is the control center of teeth's activities - Hence the upward movement with disgust when a thing is swallowed instead of being chewed.
Sigmund Freud could not understand the delicate relationship between the dreams and the teeth. He misinterpreted the symbol of a snake. The snake instead depicts the teeth's desire to bite; for there are many people who crush their teeth while sleeping. That crushing of the teeth is not to be taken casually as merely a reflex action to a dream - but there is more. The teeth have a universal language of their own. The language is the mother tongue of Alvish, and Whale language. The high notes of both the aforementioned languages are replaced by the crushing sound called the "scrutinizing jab" in another dialect. The teeth answer to the call of communication under dire circumstances of uncircumcised necessity. The message is ciphered and has an 8-bit preamble frame of snoring. The entire mechanism of communication is far beyond the scope of our discussion.
The total human behavior is governed by the teeth activity. A lay man may think that anger gives rise to gestures like yelling behind the shut teeth, but it is brilliantly naive to assume this - at the most. What actually happens during anger is that adrenaline is secreted by the responsible endocrine glands into the body. The adrenaline contracts major muscle groups for rapid response to any external stimulus and for agility. If teeth are not crushed at the right moment it may cause the shutdown of rectum which can lead to a fatal comma.

The teeth in collection are the most powerful thing in the human body and our society. They are beyond and independent of any mortal requirements. The teeth may not be cleaned for it is not required (otherwise you would have been born with a toothbrush – human ovary is an amazing feast). This leads to the another discovery that it is always "tooth paste" and never "teeth paste". Teeth are also the defenders of humanity. On intimate social occasions nothing gives a shiver like seeing a set of pointy teeth (readers are urged to use their imagination here).
Teeth are also a symbol of youth. A mouth without teeth is chaos. A whore's mouth without teeth is further chaos. Men, women around the world who have lost their youth (the teeth) often try to replenish their loss with fake ones. Even those artificial teeth have life. They need to be in a glass of water for 8 hours a night. This water is not recommended for drinking as it acquires the biting property from the subject in discussion and may quench the anatomical parts, otherwise suggested to be always open.

Monday, January 14, 2008

If I had whiskers and a tail

If I had whiskers and a tail
I would hide in a bale
Jump over a pail
And wouldn’t mind
if my girl had whiskers too.
My day would start
With a stretched arc
of my back
a yawn to scare the mice
and a bowl of milk
would be nice.
With arrogance in my eyes
I’d flirt with
Neighborhood felines
Even the spayed neighbor
Would love me
And dream of looking herself
in my eyes.
I’d be Chuck Norris with
a dedicated fan-site.
be feared and revered
by Tony and Corleone alike.
When the sun will set
I’d return home to you
Hoping that I see you
So you can hold me
And I can smell your hair
rub against your skin
Kiss on your nose
curl in your lap
Purr …
And purr some more …
Before I fall asleep.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Time has passed.

I am a figment of my own imagination. I am the subject, the object, the action, and the reaction. I quit being real a long time ago. It just happened, like it was meant to be. Like a person walking bare feet on the sand, the reality kept slipping under my feet. And here I thought that I could stop the downward spiral - i could create a stasis and buy myself time. How wrong I was!
There is no thing as stasis in life. Its all about motion, if not the progression then the punishment of approaching rapid doom. I did not know.