tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785Thu, 05 Aug 2010 11:04:31 +0000through the watery blurs...http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)Blogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-3262412503577743269Sat, 26 Jun 2010 15:30:00 +00002010-06-26T20:31:14.744+05:00Saccharine!! Saccharine!! I was his monosaccharide sugar. Sweetness melted us in its folds. Stars lit their fountain of golden lights. And I got star-shocked. The story renewed itself. Once upon a time, it tumbled down. He was the only meteor who didn’t cross my path. I was the shadowy dust sprinkled around it in turns. And then suddenly, he got a huge erection for his responsibilities and they http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/06/smiles-cracked-words-misspelled-memoirs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-2412332863185358193Sat, 29 May 2010 21:06:00 +00002010-05-30T02:09:15.316+05:00I entered into the realm of nostalgic psychosis. The symptoms on my chart have been constantly climbing uphill. I fear I might not rest. It comes with ease. My phase of mental disorder has tunneled through two months now and bridged into the sudden secretion of abundant adrenaline. I weep and then I scream myself into breathless sobs. The body is an outlet for the soul. Mine resulted in http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-down-and-finally-dear-dear-death.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-7899559950339150340Sat, 29 May 2010 19:42:00 +00002010-05-30T00:56:31.254+05:00I would certainly like to applaud the 'respected' editor of Us Magazine who, it seems has finally published another poem one week after its submission, mind you and yes, according to his own taste. To my horror, I found my poem published under my name and the title seemed to be quite out of order. The said person picked out the last line of the poem and highlighted it as the soul theme of the http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/us-plagiarism-and-originality.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-341352681537901398Sat, 29 May 2010 19:36:00 +00002010-05-30T00:37:19.398+05:00What pours forth is the concussion of a beautifully wretched mind. http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/concussion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-6336175270511193997Fri, 28 May 2010 20:33:00 +00002010-05-29T01:34:26.470+05:00The newly installed thread-bare curtain fluttered- and tears spilled with me; the sheen pain of it going down and down the face of the earth.Carbonmonoxide. That was it. It smelled pungent-ly unbearable. Death.I see white. Swirls and wisps and twirls; all a dead pupil-white.Seven colors constant breaks. Reflection weeps. And stains exit. http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/white.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-1116764677497876347Fri, 28 May 2010 20:27:00 +00002010-05-29T01:29:08.129+05:00I bite my fingers off gently and weep them in great big gusts. Keats nestles once more over me and I hum soft odes to myself. Plath is too much in accordance with me to give up my claims of insanity. Love is out of order to know or really care. Fuck it.Nay. *cries*http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-my-illusionary-barrier.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-2640344723825747561Wed, 26 May 2010 22:57:00 +00002010-05-27T15:24:08.225+05:00Jin hey bhae. Main bata raha hoon na. Phir agaya hey. My younger brother’s voice resounds in my head- yet again. Not a good time to do so, since its 3 something in the inky darkness and I’m jarred rudely awake by this particular jin. Especially when the said candidate is busy snoring his head off beside me. The ‘garmi’ in the room was enough to have me sweating, my shirt clinging to my back, http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-circuit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-9110770223240486214Tue, 25 May 2010 16:28:00 +00002010-05-25T21:32:50.891+05:00And there we stood, two very women in love; bounded by avowals, strung by deception. I clutched my heart while her happiness echoed and bounced all around the silent walls of my pain. She was pure love. And I jealously wanted to reach out and clasp her fluttering tight in my bosom. She jabbered away while I layered myself in white, white bandages, ssshed and soothed the hiccupping baby that was http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/ranjha-mein-and-pure-pure-women.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-7122802573826342997Tue, 25 May 2010 08:45:00 +00002010-05-25T13:46:39.531+05:00Truly, these beautifully heart-wrenching lyrics renewal the fresh bouquet of pain. *starts singing softly* ******************Alas, my love, you do me wrong,To cast me off discourteously.For I have loved you well and long,Delighting in your company.Chorus:Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delight,Greensleeves was my heart of gold,And whohttp://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/greensleeves.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-3663665168628877298Mon, 24 May 2010 15:50:00 +00002010-05-24T20:51:13.122+05:00Steamy headed and vulnerably heart-pulped, I am somehow glad one more day I crawl closer; towards the end. Acceptance spills through with emptiness. Life rocks shut. Shudders and dies. Ameen. http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/fumbling.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-2645651393510430975Fri, 21 May 2010 07:10:00 +00002010-05-21T14:13:00.433+05:00This is a short story which is the aftermath of a sweaty hard day at the examination hall and the ride back to home. I don't know if its good or not but yes, I'm a little proud of myself. It breathes life to me. To you all....well, your comments can convey your views. :DHappy Friday, between. ^_^ ****************************http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/twenty-years-down-road.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-4128050340925189647Thu, 20 May 2010 17:55:00 +00002010-05-20T23:10:16.386+05:00And since Mayhem can't update her Facebook status (not that she is suffering as she thought she would) still she would like to tell all the atheists out there, who in the civil manner of tongue proclaim to be 'agnosts' to shut the hell up. Freedom of speech? :/ I'll give you all some freedom. The very thought of how all of you 'shrink like a contemptible hypocrite' is quite amusing. On the http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/burn-thy-tongue-agnostsatheists.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-7389554630475525536Tue, 18 May 2010 14:21:00 +00002010-05-18T19:25:53.254+05:00Solomon Ibn Gabirol once said: Anybody who has been seriously engaged in scientific work of any kind realizes that over the entrance to the gates of the temple of science are written the words: 'Ye must have faith.' I was the baby in the cradle when I saw faith. I saw it in my mother. My father. My two-year old sister, pitter patting around and showing me her bald dolls and trying to play with http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-quaids-dream_18.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-6818092836440229164Fri, 07 May 2010 10:41:00 +00002010-05-08T15:17:01.813+05:00My annihilation has begun. It is speeding up, gradually. Know what I mean? I was so much banking on it. Ok, so I sent this really really stupid 'write-up' which can't be under ANY circumstances called a poem to US. And hey, presto! The lunatic Ed published it. As a result, I have been hiding my face from everyone. I mean, I just scribbled these incredible stupid stupid lines and hit the sent http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/rejection-rejection-rejectionand-i-fall.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-5750412478105649545Wed, 05 May 2010 08:44:00 +00002010-05-05T13:45:13.829+05:00I wouldn't want you to bestow your chandeliar smile on me. No, I'm better off stripped, dipped than a couple of dazzling lights thrown my way. As for the smile, I'll do it myself. The one you'll eat. http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-542414517903507260Tue, 04 May 2010 20:14:00 +00002010-05-05T21:13:00.580+05:00The tears passed into atuneness, unattended. Unsympatheid. I too shall pass into composure. The fake, fragile human supports are too banal for me. Give me a rosary,a sanctuary to rest my feet on. I really should give credit to myself for this utter lack of contact. The emptiness inside merges with calmness and gives way to sheer pleasure. The pleasure of the solitude, of the hails that wrapped http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-woman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-2329966442544371853Tue, 04 May 2010 20:13:00 +00002010-05-05T01:14:00.060+05:00I was the momento. You were the shadow I'd forever chase after. That shall, forever chase back to me.http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/chase.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-7612475290722455356Sat, 01 May 2010 12:40:00 +00002010-05-01T17:41:16.072+05:00She burned me last night. In images. I wasn’t ready. I wanted to cling onto the sweet raspberry of my dreams. This life was waiting to shrug into the other one. With you. With Medical and my Writing. But slowly she picked them off, like maggots –as if my dreams could be anything but maggots!- And the emptiness her words pushed into me was too much to bear. So I kissed you and tried to talk to youhttp://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-images-we-dissolve.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-642862701977336125Tue, 27 Apr 2010 07:55:00 +00002010-04-28T14:38:55.517+05:00I cut off my arms and legs and gave them to you. My breasts I kept, for safekeeping. Just a trunk. The rest I posted to you amid tender tremors. Will you hold them to your dream-cup, O Love? Will I be allowed to trickle in; deeper and deeper. Vicious glistening drops will arise. In your care. And I will keep on losing you. Stripper tease. I am your naked Barbie doll. Will you not see the curves? http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-card.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-8740975156637126120Thu, 22 Apr 2010 06:11:00 +00002010-04-22T11:13:18.573+05:00To you I write again. To you, my love. Coiled in the yarn wool of my desire for you. Life sends me another message: we must wait and wait, listen and admire life. But for what, oh jaana? How well you persist without me, dear one! How well you amble across your activities and friends amid laughter. Where has mine perished? Tell me, O Sweetheart! Has love been so cruel only to touch me? What does http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-you-from-me-for-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-8182291768054077716Sat, 17 Apr 2010 13:28:00 +00002010-04-17T18:29:21.771+05:00Cry me a dream...http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-cry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-4392398667002775107Tue, 13 Apr 2010 19:40:00 +00002010-04-14T00:41:55.431+05:00His was the scar like yours was the gift. And I was the riddle to be solved. The one you composed and played on your guitar daily. The intermediate. And yet, despite being so characteristically low on subjects pertaining to the matters of the heart, I loved you like no other. Mine was the passion flared. His was stoic.http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/04/loving-hassle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-3746634679666946107Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:18:00 +00002010-04-13T20:20:08.470+05:00Before you try making yet another 'conquest' out of me, I'll have your face ripped and your body crucified, so that in the name of all that is holy you'll never try to force your 'unwanted love' on me again.http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/04/uninvited.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-8261628984339792074Tue, 30 Mar 2010 17:40:00 +00002010-03-30T22:52:00.361+05:00And I was the negativity. The one you gave color to.The weather-bound. The cold, bitter blue pulsating 'plans'. Even the minute by minute death of uncertainty. You were the love I was collecting. Sweeping and dusting it in; gradually.Life. Vividness. Every single molecule of Oxygen inhaled. It was all you..http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130793105604451785.post-6810711103272906712Thu, 25 Mar 2010 13:45:00 +00002010-03-25T18:47:16.219+05:00The yellow-ness 'disappears' into the folds of murky paper. With the future. I smile. With pleasure.http://catchfromthepool.blogspot.com/2010/03/dissolving.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mayhem)0