Sunday, June 20, 2010


No ventilator open
Not a window ajar
No door letting light
Through some tiny scar.

My room I'd locked
As Erebus dark
Now I see here and there
many a strange claw mark.

Befuddled I was
Till I realized
From Satan knows where
Mysterious Rodents materialized.

Is "All your Base..." in Squirrel-speak.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Curse Of Hubble

In my room
All alone
Blade in hand
Heart of stone
Free from all
Worldly cares
Grades and life
Haughty stares

Slit that wrist
writhe in pain
Molting till
I see that vein
So much gore
Hands went numb
The beating heart
Now went dumb

True rapture
I don’t know why
Is felt when you
Are going to die
When times are bad
Within your life
You pray to God
I to a knife

Why wait for Thee
Be by your side
When you can just
Try suicide
Be happiness
Your final goal
Take thy life
And free your soul

Monday, June 7, 2010


Not exactly Haiku. But inspired by it nonetheless.

Entranced by the night
The friendly moon, the calm star
The dead winter tree

Sharp icicles hang
Like stalactite; their tips shine
What beauty indeed!

The tip melts away
Drops tinkle as they hit ground
Like an angel's harp

The chords subtly change
A deadly darkness descends
The red drapery falls