Guinea Pig

Handpicked out of numerous specimens, experimented, being synchronised in every octave, molten self being poured into umpteen moulds, each as juvenile as melancholy, surreptitiously scripting the most jocular twists, my life, my relevance, is of a guinea pig, and they my Gods are satanic!!

Thursday, October 12, 2006


Arms wide open,
Eyes close shut,
He sits in the sunlight,
Striving, for that touch...

He gets up early,
And lies naked,
Controlling his breath,
Waiting, for that touch...

He stares at the sun,
Perspiring profusely,
Feters paining his body,
Asking for that touch...

To the best of his pace,
He runs and strides,
Suffering, for that touch...

He rolls in the turf,
Sodden in the rain,
Unmoved, limbs tied,
Looking, for that touch...

Walks against the wind,
Towards the world,
The stars are calling,
Searching, for that touch...

Unsuccessful, lost,
Defeated, failed,
Dejected, downed,
He continues,
Living his life,
The way,
He used to,
And then,
He felt,


Walking in the rain,
A million drops,
A million colours,
Then it all goes,

Bathing in the sun,
One monday morning,
Drenched, in sweat,
The vibrance of the rays,
And then it goes,

Lying on my bed,
Half-opened eyes,
A plethora of thoughts,
But lo, it goes,

Standing in a crowd,
Through countless people,
Countless colours,
Then why does it all go,

I paint my room,
In reds and yellows and blues,
All possible shades, all possible hues,
And I stare,
When it all turns,

Am dying,
Am in pain,
But am relieved,
Coz very soon,
It'll all be,

So I close my eyes,
Deep shut,
And I cease thinking,
But I see,
The colourful drops,
The spectrum of the sun,
Thoughts, emotions,
People, life,
Why does it not go,


Late for my class,
Am running semi-clothed,
She spots me on the way,
And steadily follows.

She yaps, and gorans, and tries,
Her best she could to bite,
I fasten, decide to hide,
In the best place I could site.

Come out when I feel,
Its safe and she'd be gone,
Struggle to reach the class,
With trousers half torn.

Somehow, I sneak in,
And settle in some hidden seat,
And lo, I'm amazed,
I spot some inhuman feet.

She came, sat next to me,
My eyes, I could not believe,
Staring with those stealing eyes,
Mine, I thought, did deceive.

I ran out of the room,
Hid myself in the loo,
Maybe she didn't read the "gents" sign,
Whoa! She was there too.

Since that time, in my world,
Wherever I am, she's been there,
My face, my hands, my ass,
Biting me, almost everywhere.