Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Traveler

One fine day, on a journey afar,
Tired all the way, took a trip to the bar.
My table was set with the best of the wine,
With the money I could get, all of it mine

There at the bar sat a man in his prime,
Whom I was told, tells stories of his time.
So I took up my wine and went to his lyre,
To sit by his side and listen to his rhymes.

I was a traveller a brave one at heart,
He went on to tell his past.

Nor could the night nor the robbers of the dark,
Could scare my spirit to travel afar.
Until the day, when I came face to face,
With the devil himself in a cold chilling grace.

I ran for my life afraid to my core,
But the devil was there, he was never gone.
The darkness covered me, my soul felt so cold,
I could feel the death, as it was taking hold.

Memories of my life flashed through my eyes,
Nothing but just fear engulfed me inside.

"I am here to make a deal" said the devil with a smile.
"In Exchange for your soul I'll give you infinite life".

The waiter came with the bottle of wine,
As the drunk traveller blabbered all the time.

I chose life, he went on to say.
Then I felt nothing more, no sorrow nor pain.
I was captured in his story, I emptied all the wine,
Until in the morning, The barman woke me from the night.

"Where is the man, who was sitting by my side".
"There was no one sir"
the bartender replied.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Box

I have heard all throughout my living life. "Think out of the box". but couldn't actually appreciate the fact that the statement was a self recursive statement with no end condition. So every time you manage to think out of the box you create for your self another box just a bit bigger than the previous one. And basically you keep doing that for the rest of your life until you stop thinking outside the box (which apparently never happens).
The box has six faces with you standing on one of the faces. so you are left with five faces to expand your thinking capacity. of this five faces the top face is practically out of reach for you. and the sides too seem like they never can be reached. So you end up being captured in box drama for the rest of your life. enslaved with no power to make your self free.
But seriously who gives a damn about all these things. Who cares whether we are in a box or in a sphere.