February 16, 2013

J, Q & K



Charlemagne: La Hire, where are you? La hire, are you there? Etienne de Vignolles! I demand you to hear me! Can you hear me?

La Hire: Apologies King but Queen Rachel has put on a lot of weight, a weight enough to abort the birth of every voice. I am beneath her.

Charlemagne: No wonder why I penned my mistress’ name as Rachel.

Rachel: Shut up you dorks! It’s not my weight alone, I am here sandwiched between you and the bloody Ogier the Dane. Charles, it seems like the entire France’s orgasm has to do something with me.

La Hire: Ignore her King. If the majesty demands a conversation with a knave, the knave shall offer his service no matter whom he is sleeping with.

Alexander: Will you both please stop this nonsense? Gone are our armies, gone are our days. Together we are mere bumbling fools here who were just a moment ago brutally thrown and left behind to stare the ceiling and to have a moment for rethinking our lives again by just four of the awfully ordinary guys!

Hector: Ooh! Somebody save me from the mighty Greek, he seems to be upset about something.

Athena: Shut the fuck up guys! Let us not forget our civilization and do good to carry it out well.

Charlemagne: If everyone still remembers, I had something to say at the first place. I think we are highly misunderstood creatures in at least this format. People love us, they eventually get addicted to us but they are ashamed of it and I don’t understand why.

Athena: May be they are not wise enough as say, me.

Alexander: It is because of Poker! I wish I could re-rise to see the demise of the man who designed Poker and left us rolling in the grave of ours!

Hector: And I thought only Achilles overreacts!

David: Oh Jesus! Stop it Hector! Will you elaborate over Poker, Alexander?

Alexander: It is Poker which has ruined our importance. It is the game which parents think their child will ultimately switch to and get crumbled. But what they fail to understand is Poker is not a game played with cards. I mean it is played with cards but the cards are just a tool to carry it. The actual skill one needs to play Poker is the skills of bluffing which at all has nothing to do with cards. So they play with cards but actually they don’t play with it.

Hector: Do all of you get confused about which side you are with?

David: Wait, I see his point. You mean the reason behind our being disliked has nothing to do with us? Poker is just a game of bets and we are just used to put the bets for. If I may give an example, consider a situation where Caesar’s two insane best friends are standing behind him and we just bet upon who’ll stab first. Here, Caesar is just a tool for our game. I got it! Sheer observation Alexander the Great!

Caesar: Et tu David?

Alexander: Exactly! We are like Science. People make the misuse out of us and then hate us! Bloody losers!

Hector: I could only point Dmitri Mendeleev who made out a use of us, bloody Greek!

While all were discussing and pacifying each others’ agony about being the bad company for kids of their age despite of having the hidden potentials of honing one’s mind for ever a voice from inside the cover came, “Guys! Why so serious?”

February 08, 2013

A poetree



A thought relayed a thought
A thought fathered another
Some thoughts formed a troop
Some went in an endless loop
They forgot to follow a pattern
They grew wherever they could
May be they already knew
The mind had nothing else to do
If an empty mind is a devil’s workshop
The devil must surely be a gardener
Reproducing thoughts is what it has aimed
Or maybe good people’s devils are tamed
But the thought is an unchained eagle
At a range of heights which has flee
The way your thoughts branches out
Your mind is either busy or it is a tree

February 04, 2013

The rotting race



He picked up his pace in blink of an eye
That skill he has, quite a lot in store
The thought, of running towards the rivals
Demanded and compelled him to exert some more
The rivals were supporting their men with their cheers
And at the same time disheartened him with the roar
His failure would lead him into a moment of humiliation
A humiliation, he isn’t allowed to ignore
He has to walk till the end no matter what
Bathing in all the slangs his rivals have to pour
He has planned how he’ll deal, if he loses
Against all the patter, he is going to snore
His momentum apparently is not quite enough
Or maybe upon his efforts, this idea has an outscore
Conclusively he has given up a well started chase
The ball ran to the boundary all the way for four