Moustache

I sat in front of the mirror, gazing
At the view which I found quite amazing
For the first time ever, I had grown
A moustache of my very own

I walked along the city lanes
Swelling with pride, oblivious to pain
Oblivious also to the rude stares
Of bratty children and old women’s glares

It was quite plain why they so ogled
My moustache was pretty, so their mind boggled
The moustache in the evening wind thus flowed
That on the inside my heart glowed

I had never felt such happiness before
If a man has a moustache he needs no more
Such thoughts had I as I gave it a twirl
A pity then, that I was a girl.

Master, Thine Help I Need

Master to thee I submit myself again

To give me your wisdom, relieve me of my pain

I live in a foreign city, the people are strange

And try as I might, this fact does not change

We are too different, them and I

In different realms we exist, but together we die

I tried my best, master, I really did

I tried my weirdest habits from them to keep hid

I tried to be civil and a "normal" man

I tried being nice, mingled with the clan

But one moment of honesty, the one time I stumbled

Down all my months of hard work tumbled

They pushed me with their questions to tell them my thought

But when they heard it, they lay there, distraught

I saw them realize it, before my own eyes

I was never, nor will ever be, "One of the guys"

I promise I tried master, I did not push them hard

I kept a certain distance lest them I leave scarred

I suppressed every impulse I had

I passed off as a man only half mad

But it was bound to happen, my efforts were futile

I possessed not either craft or guile

As it is said by the Christian priests

I spoke once today, now I must forever hold my peace

One Nietzschean line was all it took to sway

A whole group of "friends" forever away

I am left now with a choice, one I can ill afford

To give up my friends, or to give up my God

I cannot give God up, so my friends must go

The solution to my problems, Nietzsche will know

I turn back to him again as I did in the beginning

His world I enter desolate but I always leave grinning

He champions my thinking, as his and mine are one

I cannot halt now what he had bravely begun

I must push on, harder than ever and faster
But for that I need your help, Master.

Le Movie Terrible

My friends took me to watch Insidious Two
A movie they told me would be fun
I can honestly say, having experienced it,
A more clichéd movie, there is none

Over acting and long pauses galore
They dragged along a nonexistent plot
All the way to an end which was
Even more ridiculous than I originally thought

Every door in the movie seemed to be creaking
And most opened of their own volition
For a moment, they build up some semblance of story
The next hour, it descends into a farcical demolition

A scary voiced kid, a truant mother
A victim wife and her significant other
Characters from every bad movie ever made
No originality in these "directors" plying their trade

The one scary scene in the whole movie
Was in the trailer when an ugly woman cried
The rest of the night I was on the floor laughing
To me, it was the day horror died

Hitchcock must be turning in his grave
To see such abhorrences be applauded
The field of artistic horror is ruined
The honor of past movies maurauded

I walked out of the hall disappointed
I had foolishly hoped for atleast some fun
But all I got was ripped off scenes
That remain eternally overdone

I turn as ever, for relief in these times
To my everpresent master, and write her rhymes
For even at the eve of a day that was wasted
If I write a good rhyme, i have victory tasted

So tell me master, have I done thee proud
I ask thee solemnly, head bowed
Should I be happy or sad about today
Your reply shall return my frown or send it forever away

Victory

A single glance, frozen in time
Can inspire a glorious rhyme
A poet does eternally strive
Such inspiration to thus contrive

And when the elders of the gentle race
Thus adorn him with this grace
Who possesses the strength to ignore”
His Master’s rousing, beckoning roar

Their battle cry pierces his heart
Their omniscient glare a poisoned dart
Onwards, they drive him with his sword
Consisting solely of the poetic word

In the midst of Xerxes’s Army
Leonidas did stand mighty strong
And in the end the braver men
Left the field with victory songs

And so the poet set upon
A foe much greater than he
He would perish but wouldn’t dare
Defy his Master’s will and flee

They came with almighty drums
And waves of writhing, marching men
And we held them off, using well
The power of his ball point pen

The foes withered and fell away
The power of words held their sway
None would ever question again
The majesty of a poet’s reign

Defeat

Discourse on philosophies
And fanciful tirades
The impression at first is dynamite
But with time that too fades

Surrounded by walls of legends
They gaze down, disappointed
At their so called follower
Who hath himself thus anointed

The follower sits, head lowly bowed
Ashamed of his cowardly posing
Courage, which nature so sparsely endowed
In him did not deign transposing

Mighty words, empty of deeds
His life’s tales do describe
The lord has his jokes and on this man
He aimeth his cruelest jibe

Still he fights on in his own small way
By force of habit, not from courage
He deserveth not his goodly friends
Who form his vital entourage

The wall gods do spite him
As much as he them loves
He lacks the iron fist needed
Beneath the silken glove

He striveth hard to do them good
Some justice of primitive form
But fail he does, time and again
Unable to weather the storm

For a storm it is that batters his senses
A relentless wave of assaults
And resilience, or its lack thereof
He knows to be his prime fault

Down he falls, in front of his Gods,
Lay prone, never to rise
The man who never finds his feet
Can never hope to claim the prize

John Lennon, Jim Morrison
Jimmy Page and Kurt Cobain
Scoff at this weakling’s incompetence
To withstand the littlest of pain

“What Soldier art thou?” They ask him,
“To thus defile our name
We need fighters of fearless countenance
Not mice, meek and tame

And here lieth thou, weak wimp of a man
Cowering in the face of mere numbers
Stand up and fight, uncouth being!
Lest we put you to eternal slumber”

But try as he might
He could not fight
The charge of the Light Brigade

And so in hell
At the toil of the bell
With deserters he was laid

Questions

Standing amidst chaos
Alone in a crowd
The noise does my discomfiture
In darkness shroud

All revel in dance and rhythm
None pay a mind
To the lonely giant
Abomination to mankind

Lights flash in a dizzy haze
I watch on in dull amaze
As one and all sway united

The beat smites my very core
Sweat drips from every pore
But no spark in me is ignited

But am I right and they wrong
Or is the opposite true
Am I so thick skinned that
Their wondrous beat permeates not through?

Or is it that my life’s meaning
Does not in this world find its place
Do I find true happiness
In morbidity’s menacing face

Do I need the grisly truth
Thrust in front of my blank eyes
Does the joy of the one
Depend on the other’s demise

As with all the queries I face
This question too has no answer
I tarry through life pondering
And my doubts spread like cancer

Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony
He stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni

Black man was picking cotton
And it caused him lots of pain
So he took his mom's advice
And dulled it with cocaine

Jewish people came to town
And money in they raked
Then a German joined the fun
And the Jews in ovens baked

Some Catholic priests came to town
And children they molested
The joke's on them, for the children
HIV positive tested

Some Mauzis came to town
And killed a few good men
I didn't join in their evil plan
'Cause I'm a good citizen

Some Americans came to town
In a land well oiled
But the Mauzis killed them infidels
And so their plans were foiled

Some Chinese people came to town
Their eyes looked like thin lines
But that was the least of our worries
For they devoured all the canines