Fish Fall in Love

A certain numbness crawls on my body,
Let it bite me, sting me
Sting me till my body shows the colour of my soul
Hurt me till blue cuddles me with lust.

Play the conjurer, Numbness,
Let me be stoic, let me live in a world of oblivion
Where no make-believe world could be woven;
Let my thoughts become the face of the wan moon
Of the city night
Under which eyes, forgetting the presence of luna,
Love to be bewitched by the signs of neon.
Sting me, bite me with all your venom, Numbness,
Poison was never as sweet as tonight.

-the shepherdess.

La Vie en Rose...Life in Pink

Ok...this is not bout Edith Piaf crooning...and me being oh-so-stylish and feeling oh-so-emo..and being sad about sleeping well lying lonely in my bed listening to a song when i coild jolly well go for a jocky jog outside...lol...its bout a much more earthy matter...well...lol...

Lets get this over with...quickly...woof...I discovered one of my closest friends is...umm...u know...hes a guy...but...umm...woof...umm...likes sausages...if u know what i mean...:-p

So i did what any soi-disant straight boy would...acted as if i didnt know n flirted atrociously with him...:-I

Now mind you...i love,,,ummm...ok like any good boy i wont use the three letter g-y word...so...ummm flipped over n asked the widow for a respectable synonym....

now tho shes a tad homophobic at times...[prolly coz the pinks dont run after her,,,hehe]...she was obliged n said smilingly write...cock-a-hoop..n went back brushing her teeth...so cock-a-hoop it is

I LOVE COCK-A-HOOPS....no question bout it....coz i believe everone should be allowed to do whoever they want...coz i am a liberal...coz i am angelical...coz i still think coz the widow is a trans... coz i think
love is sacred....no matter whom u love...

[ok these were the goody-two-shoes reasons...]....the real reason is they are the only guys who [besides being sinfully witty most of the time]...fall for me...:I...

Really they are always sweet on me...which is trust me...really oooooooooooooh....n i can flutter my eyelids blush a little n see in a moment manjelly in front of me...i am so lickable...wanna lolllypop me?...lolol.....i am pretty damn high-maintenance though...:-(

anyways...to get backto our story...my friend whom i hav known for 3 years...whom i hav never seen witha girlfriend n thought thats only coz hes too much in love with books to love boo-s...oops...[gross..swas jus shouted at me..]....well he was caught exchanging addresses and howdoulooks and whatsurages with some...ummm...flagrant ,,,ummms...

which is fine...i mean...coooooooool...hes finally doing someone...even tho i wonder if the guy can cook... love my food...sinful....

well...asked swas how i should react...she looked nonchalantly n with a halfhidden sneer said...its not as if u wanna b-d every gal u sit beside jus coz u r straight..so y worry bout him?....silly she..i wasnt worrying....jus thinking how to...umm...react...I.E....flirt...lol

he me n gal no.2...[more on her later] went on a rural trip the next day...i did as i said what any straight boy would do..swept my eyelashes atleast 500 times...coyly smiled blushed bit my lips sent innuendoes flirted with the girl to make him jealous

THE GUY WAS OBLIVIOUS...:-(..didnt even react...:-(

THANK GOD I AM STRAIGHT...COZ IF I WERE NOT I COULD HAV SLAMDANKED HIM THEN N THERE...tleast a few fisticuffs punches...call me a cockadoodlebasher if u will...but i jus dont like ppl ignoring me!

the story however has a happy ending...at the end of the trip i was all sweaty n heaving...he gently cocked his head n said..."You are still looking great"...

hmm....bloody tease...

oh...n i remembered...he had complimented me before too...casually...generally after a hot day of work...

made a mental note..hes prolly into sweat...

hmmm...i am still straight...mirza thinks i hav the hots for the widow,....hmmm...maybe i'll forgive the cock-a-hoop

hmmm....i love la vie en rose...n honestly..the piaf song too...

n just in case anyone got any ideas...i am stilll for sale...n as far as i see...female buyers only

FOR NOW

~~scio amo

Is the Widow a Virgin?...hmm

Now I know for all you connoisseurs of the widow this might seem a rather heretical question...one of those mysteries of faith that are best kept silent about....yet poor scholar that i am...:-p...the question intrigues me...is the widow a virgin?...has she ever done anyone?...has she really ever let anyone into her....ahhm....i suppose private salon could be a suitable gibbonian euphemism...lol

lets sort out the evidence...she has obviously had numerous flings...if u ask her how far they went, she normally coyly bats her eyelids and blushes like any good hindoo widow...which is fine...but...

damned tease...

a little birdie however revealed...[see little boys n gals...ur moms were right...never hav too many onenightstands...the evidence is awefully difficult to manage...:-(]

apparently..ahhm...okay this is getting very delicate...ahhm..well...umm....foof...she kinda lets ppl in but not fully..like india batting but not winning..or saurav waving his teeshirt but not really being...u know...a stripdancer...woof

there still remains two problems though...and i'll be happy if anyone can enlighten...

y on earth is she so coy bout it? u'v done it...so be a good south asian lady in london n boast bout it...[must be some patriarchal atavism...lol]

and how far excatly i mean u know can u actually go without ummm changing the definition of ummm

ok...bfor this turns gross...[as if it wasnt oohso indelicate n wickid already...O:-)]

lets wind up our red wine chalice etc report n proclaim...{medically speaking]

THE WIDOW IS A PSEUDO- VIRGIN

SO ANYONE OUT THERE WHO WOULD PREFER TO ALTER THAT STATUS...[u know krishnagars not that bad a place...tho the last time the mosquitoes in the bed were just toooo...uff]

so widow...on ur part...try investing ur capital in some good insecticides...ie ofcours u do wish to lose ur status akimbo

whewwww....what vulgarities must not one indulge in for the sake of science...(coitus interruptus included...lol)

o..n btw...the widow..(by her own confession) likes getting touched...and i dont mean emotionally...:I

The Blue House, Dragonflies And Some Memories

Last night I visited the blue house
That haunts me in silence now and then.
The house that was witness to the grinning words
That the child threw to the old woman.
Little words that could often be termed as bilge,
Sometimes, humming that was out of tune
Were interspersed in the thousand words
That flew like lime colored dragonflies in the misty mornings
When, under the early sun, the dew drops formed
Petite rainbows in front of the child’s toes
That touched the bows of rains and hues
To form zigzags on the green grass.

Last night was entrapped in those zigzags
The zigzags, the mazes of dreams
The old house, the Gulmohar tree that painted the blue house red
In the resumption of spring.
Spring brought so much color
To the hearts of the child and the woman.
Both seemed to float together in an eternal flight of fantasy.
True, the old woman traversed the enigmatic trajectory;
The child was not that lucky;
Her joyride came to a halt all of a sudden,
As if, a scissor had cut the thread that held them together.

Why o why do you come in my dreams?
Yes, the blue house, I am asking you.
Should I wheedle you to efface your indelible memories?
How many times should I confess that I miss you?
How many times o how many times will you make my existence impossible,
O dilapidated blue house of my dead grandmother?

-the shepherdess

But I’ll dance alone tonight.

Cant you see?
I’m just just just not in a mood to be alone tonight
So…it's alright even if you don’t come
I’ll find my comfort…I always do
Some where…somewhere else…
Have you ever seen leaves spinning in the air?
Red green and yellow
Spinning as though there was no end to the world
No sky to bar them
No earth to fall back upon…
I want to dance tonight
And if its not you…so be it
I will find someone else…I always do
Or maybe I’ll dance alone tonight…

Waiting for you in vain…all night
Loving you was vain
We go our separate ways…so be it
And sometime our paths might clash
But that’s all there is to expect
That’s all there is to it
Meeting you was nice,,and worth the pain
But don’t think I can take it anymore
I just want to dance alone tonight.

And there is somebody
Waiting for me…with a kind word
But I am tired of love…its just a fairy tale
But I am tired of lying n the cinders
Waiting for you to end my pain…you never cared
There is somebody else who craves me
So maybe I’ll give them a visit


But I’ll dance alone tonight.

~~scio amo, il lupo

Adventures of a Hitman

scio amo: u r gonna hit on me?...grrrrrrr

mymy...i gonna get my own western...midnight cowboy.....grr

meanwhile the shepherdess is obviously getting jealous

blue_tears_of_a_violet: i hate u from the bottom of my bitter hear...from the nadir of my spleeen...from the darkest cave of my sore throat.
blue_tears_of_a_violet: i hate u

and....

blue_tears_of_a_violet: me goin under sheets

ahem....i loooove women....:-I

and some elementary lessons in biology...[as if we didnt have enough already...lol]

مرذا: well a meow at first then a grrrrr!! i am doubting yoru felinity

scio amo: puh,,,leez...a cat n a tiger r same species

AND SILENCE REIGNS.....Y DOES THE WORLD ALWAYS MISUNDERSTAND ME?
(TO BE SAID INA HIGH FALSETTTTTTTTTTTTO)/.....

o sole mio....

Adventures of a Pussy

scio amo: meow

scio amo: wanna punish me?...-I

مرذا: i hope your insured. your seven's up!!
[oops...mayb hes a sadist...what does he want to do with me?...should i be afraid]

and...voila!!!!!!!
enter scio il kinko

scio amo: are you a big policeman?...lol

THANK GOD FOR THE LOLS....THEY ARE MY BIGGEST INSURANCE...ALWAYS CAN RETREAT BEHIND THEM....

god,,,hes not talking...mayb i broke his heart...:-(

scio amo: are you angry with me?...:-(

مرذا: i wana point out to you that it's time to get insured, why do people always mistake the insurance agents!!

dio mio...hes threatening me...is that a turn-on?

scio amo: insurance? y?...what part of me will get damaged?

best to ask...:-(

scio amo: not my face please,,,most ppl find it chooo chweeeet

plz..plz...plz...not my downunder either....aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

مرذا: there is a part possibility that esessintials can be discussed but since I belong to the hitman category , so that would not be inclusive in the terms and clauses!

hey rum....i like the idea of a big baddie chasing me ohso arousing

Lets make Hate...lol

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

the shepherdess has ruined everything,,,she told the guy i am blogging on him...i wanna make hate to her

مرذا: i read the blog...that's proof enough I have been played with!!

gosh...i hope he likes being duped...one of those sad masochistic types

Part Two of our verbal Threesome

mezzotinto: i did not know the usuage of lolol in this format ..if he can use as so may parts of speech that it lialble to be entered in the oxford
KARAN arora: i am open to new words...esp from scio
mezzotinto: i dont know who's a bigger fan of who. He described your voice so beautifully
KARAN arora: my voice????
mezzotinto: ahan
mezzotinto: i asked him if he had called you to check
mezzotinto: so i asked how do you sound
mezzotinto: he described as if in love,,of course it was great
KARAN arora: lol
KARAN arora: so sweet of him...although i guess its ur sarcasm
mezzotinto: u guess are like india playing ,,want a bit of sarcasm thr
mezzotinto: wasn't*
KARAN arora: ok...good for this poor soul

as ur Mommy told u...flattery will get you EVERYWHERE

مرذا: of course, of course!! prodigal in nature: the play and the player. Which one art thou?

GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDD
IS HE ASKING ME WHETHER I AM A TOP OR A BOTTOM?

scio amo: lolol..versatility is the name of the game...lol

god...i'll be coy...i am blushing...n not only in the face...:-p

مرذا: well you pikced it becasue at no time i find that a condusive one for me!! but since it has a pretex of a game, who cares let me Lol too.

o man...i love my games

hes trying to hde himself...oohlala

scio amo: so..u r the player or the played?...lol [i am SO blatant...lol]

مرذا: the played of course? could you not sense that answer when you put down that question or was that lol that explains all.

he is a played?????????,,,wow!!!!!!!!!!...COULDNT SEE THAT CUMMING...OOPS...COMING...hehe

hmmm...i suppose we will take lessons in musicology now

scio amo: lol..good...so what sort of a player do u like?

It all began with the Confused Cock...:-I

مرذا: hey..have you read "The confused cock", the short novel?

scio amo: lo....no...is it bout me?

مرذا: it could be if were born of a virgin!!

scio amo: y...u hav a fetish for such things?...

simultaneously...in another b--room

mezzotinto: so u loved the new blogs it seems
mezzotinto: he was just check/mate all through
KARAN arora: today is the indo-bangla 1day match, as u must b knowiun...
mezzotinto: i was literally lost for words with his every answer
KARAN arora: lol
KARAN arora: yes the new posts...lovely
mezzotinto: i am sure u have a lots to post
KARAN arora: nopes
KARAN arora: lol
KARAN arora: lol
KARAN arora: r u angry being a sort of scapegoat?
mezzotinto: i am not angry at all .. i am just asking since u have had a lot of time to ponder


and a bit of psychological arousal...

mezzotinto: well he is a bit confused with Bible so he wld laff even if u told what it is about
mezzotinto: i will tell him..he gives me a subtle reaction of course followed by lol's

i give him a reaction???........wow...ah...thers something here

مرذا: well if the definition the fetish carries is bad, I am ready for it!!!

meanwhile the shepherdess too is giving me homoerotic vibes...man, i think shes a trans...what else would she be doing taking a name like karan...:-I

blue_tears_of_a_violet: Is wild man your friend?

scio amo: ready for what?

مرذا: for the fetish of course, I would be ready to take the offer you proposed if only you can prove that it is a bad one.

(o gwd...whats he hinting at?...)

no probs...i'll play along

scio amo: i can be a bad boy...:-I

meanwhile a guy n a gal r coochicooing bout me...life is beautiful...lol

mezzotinto: scio is stinging
blue_tears_of_a_violet:
mezzotinto: seems off mood
mezzotinto: does he watch cricket
KARAN arora: dont know
KARAN arora: scio is a bee....honey comes with hurt
mezzotinto: rephrase ... we are not trying to adapt a bear

o i am queen bee....oooooooooo
honey me up babes...

مرذا: i know ur a bad bad...so y would I want to corrupt you . I just want to join the club. The losers club is almost full !!

hmmm...mayb he jus wants a mass orgy

i loooove gang bangs...:-I

O....O...he doesnt believe in exclusive marital relationships...prrof adduced below

KARAN arora: y?y evadin marriage?
mezzotinto: is def no no
KARAN arora: y?
mezzotinto: oh the same old thoery
mezzotinto: cant amrry u dont love
mezzotinto: balh
arora: huh?
KARAN arora: u dont marry coz u r not in love
KARAN arora: >?mezzotinto: cause u cant love twicew

play along scio......life is beautiful

scio amo: o....oooooooo...u giv me ideas...lol

مرذا: the context "to be" and "not to be" is very simple!! let me take teh side of to be , your be on the other bay, But strange we find ourself aside!!

ok...now i am reallllly puzzled...grammar was never my strong point

is he hinting we play together?...hmm

let me be noncommital

scio amo: y strange?...lol...to play is to play...

A Poem

As I stand on my window
Pressing my knees against the wall
Can you see my cheeks, all glowing, fevery
Looking out to you, dear stranger
There are no stars in the sky
Only the street lamps, shining brightly, too bright
It hurts to look at you
To love you, it is hell
To detest you, it is hell
And I am a willing prisoner.
I know you have heard these words before
I am picking up phrases from the air
If I were a magician, I would swish my hand in the breeze
And open a bouquet of black roses...
I just need to know you think of me
Sometimes, sometimes, outside these two hours
Damn it...

~scio amo

Part Two...Or Cosying-up...:-p

مرذا: that was lovely, you def can write if not poetry , prose is an excellent alternative.

مرذا: the probablities of you getting the laurels as you claim have possibilities to be belived ..never mind the other part, Cheezy "aside".

scio amo: probabilities possibilities....thanks for those backhand flatteries....next fing i know u'll b poffering me the casting couch...lol

مرذا: eager to hear how eliotian nor dicknsonian are pronounced of course without a LOL

scio amo: cockney accent?...:-I

scio amo: i doubt if i read such highclass stuff...btw r u confused if its an i or an e betn the dick n the son?...:-D

مرذا: no just how you pronounced it before and after typing ,unfortunatley no way to find out with oxford hunting on people trying to discover new owrds by the scrap!! Cockney accent..hmmmm , native UK?..oops i Cant question so much,, I am already counting the # of lol's your gonna reply with.

scio amo: wish i could call someplace home...:-I

scio amo: but seriously...devious ppl hav accused me of having as many accents as there r nations in the world...yet none seems to match any recognised ethnicity...:-(i hate globalization...:-p

oh..r u saying u wanna meet me?...wishing to hear me pronounnce n stuff...oooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

مرذا: Ok I don't know If I have discussed this before , but read "Spoken English, broken English" by Shaw. You will know how English can me malleable and ductile



scio amo: my tongue can make anything malleable and ductile...:-I

مرذا: there is something called a sound recorder!!

scio amo: whats that/...a voyeurs fetish?

Literary Debates...lol

The below is an exercise in literary debate occassioned by the wolfies poor poetry...:-(
the debate had earlier episodes too...unfortunately my scraps were resolutely put sous-rature...either due to some derridan belief...or ( more likely...lol )...they were too unworthy to be coldstoraged...anyways...

i trust the reader to make inferences of my elegant views when they were cruelly tabularasaed....(am purposefully using hard words...isnt this an erudite sabha? )

مرذا: use the punctuation, would add so much meaning and value!!



مرذا: it has nothing to do with the meter or technicality of writing poem. The fluidity you are mentioning is about the though process.

مرذا: try english



مرذا: k any news abt the girl?
[an aside...which shows that even literary critics have hearts...lol]

مرذا: all round and round,round and round twisting my feet;and writhing my wreath.Into the air I shall rise and fly ,and into the stars n the clouds I soar . See how Punctuations and stress change meanings. Just a suggestion, if you like it accept it, if not. there is the bin!!

مرذا: the writer is never bothered because an individual sees his perspective and thing by what he goes through, that doe snot mean the writer in in liberty to miss on proper stress. Try to walk before you can run. You are trying to be eilot and dicknson , fine no problem, but you have to travel through smaller steps to reach there

scio amo: a. i never claimed to b a writer
b. if i am, i am what i write..or i write what i like...what expresses me
c. for me writing is catharsis...it is neither eliotian nor dicknsonian...possibly both,,,lol...but simply a liturgy
d.a s u might well be aware in liturgy one feels the spaces one need not always be expressly told where they are
e.i am running...lol...en fait, i think i am far better than anything u can compare me too
f.the above was an exercise in truth
g.the below is an effort in modesty...lol
h.ofcours ur suggestions r most gracious...i am sure in future in my little endeavours i shall try to arouse u better...lol

a poem..a joke...lol

i shall hunt with the gods
and bark with their hounds
i shall dance on the fields
when they r bathed in mist
and dancing on a fullmoon night
and cocking a snook
at poking a pook
at tired old love\
i shall dance on the field
all round and round
and round and round
and twisting my feet
and writhing my wreath
into the air i shall rise and fly
into the stars n the clouds

A Summers storm has come...:-p
I shall be your dream on a sunlit day
And your nightmare in the moonlit night...
All art is a promise
All love is a lie...

~the wolf