Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Moment Of Lie

Would you agree with me if I tell you that you are the biggest liar. Ahem... It did make you uncomfortable or rather your stream of dirty filthy sloppy thoughts stop (don't lie) and display the vignette of the glorious moments of lies and your works.


I can't stand a liar (and loath the ultimate lousy compulsive liar) and I would rather have the looser a mile away than have him stand in front of me. But sometimes we don't have a choice, the earth has these vermin everywhere eating away the good old trust and infesting the pristine world with malicious deeds.

So, there are two types of men; one who lie and the others who listen to the lies.

I have a confession to me; even I am a liar.

Monday, January 3, 2011


She breezed into the room
Lights brighten for a moment
Let us salute the godess
Before she sentence us to doom

She would ask for your heart
Be sure you can bear the pain
It would be torn and broken
Before she departs

Don't be beguiled by her sweet talk
She means nothing
She is a maneater
She loves to stalk

I am besotted and entangled
No hope or pray
I smell her perfume
As the love is flayed