Going For The Kill

The ruthlessness becomes me now,
the same,
which when once bestowed,
killed me
and then gradually became me.

Now,
when this me kills,
there's no joy,
contrary to what I thought.
Just some irritating sadness,
and mounting tension,
some wry smiles too,
catching me unaware
amidst heartless banter,
yet coldly coaxing me
to keep going for the kill.

Somewhere, Up There...

Somewhere,

high up in the mountains,

where the wind blows free

and frolicks teasingly

with the huge pine tree

where the sky is always clear

but for when the clouds roll

and they hang down so near

that the gray takes over the blue

and yet one wonders,

who painted this hue?

There,

high up in the mountains,

where clear streams run

and tinkle and sprinkle

their ware with so much fun,

where the many butterflies fly

dancing with great abundance,

naughty and yet shy!

Here,

high up in the mountains,

where the world is so pure

a small hut is all I want,

yes, I am so sure.

In the midst of this green,

living would be a bliss

no empty smiles to give,

no hatred, malice or airborne kiss.

Solitude for company,

through moods happy and sad

peace will reign.

where all seasons would be beautiful -

bright summer and misty rain.

Some Lines...Profound

If I could pray, the gist of my

demanding would be simply this:

Quietude. The ordered mind.

Erasure of inner lie.

And only love in every kiss.

From Hymns of Darkness by Nissim Ezekiel

I met a man, loved him. Call

Him not by any name, he is every man

Who wants a woman, just as I am every

Woman who seeks love. In him...the hungry

haste of rivers, in me...

the ocean's tireless waiting.

By Kamala Das

My Symphony

The rain fell,

and with it the selfless giggles.

Mad giggles.

In rhythm

with the sharp shower

stinging my bare back.

Bare feet gave company,

drumming the poodles.

In perfect timing.

What bliss. This symphony.

Like They Said...And Right They Said

"Take most people, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake."

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 17, spoken by the character Holden Caulfield

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye