Inconsistent shores

There he stood on a distant shore,

crowd cheering a death as usual,

life forgotten, old flavours gone,

what more he thought,

conquering death and love,

what next clock inside chimed,

what use being god?

What is it to be human?

a chant long denied

struck, he created fates

ruling all,

free will, choice,

some science, fun, too,

a choice ahead if relinquish godship,

he human again?

created droids n more,

fair to destroy all,

out of borredom? or more?

or for what?

what is god?

conquest of all lust?

myth and reality haunt?

dare kill or perish?

he cherished none,

none to cherish him?

neither human nor god,

neither living nor dead.

ways ahead?

Breath air or water?

not thought but done,

decided this inhuman human.

A Fantasy of mine

I’ve mostly dabbled here in supposed poetry. I’ve been absent years and this latter part due to focus on my fantasy. The fantasy is a fantasy novel I am penning now. The initial title was Garbage Teller’s Passion Wage. It started as a light hearted funny yarn of romance in a mystical setting between a storyteller and a lady of royalty. Soon fantasy mixed with reality and all my negatives found expression, the yarn dwelt on the various faiths of people and all had their holy books and so as my quest for a story of great evil grew and took shape, I decided to add to the original title, Unholy Book of the Devil Emperor. Then the central character’s name was Vel meaning a spear, with inclusion of almost copies of Vel to make six spears indicative of a six faced god in mythology, the focus title of Spear Hymns was framed. Now intend to use all three titles. All Vels are lazy, intelligent, with insanity issues and much more. They have own stories in own different worlds yet a clear demarcation and differences of these characters yet to be made.

There is a saying that for the sake of world, a nation and for that a region and town and for the town a person can be sacrificed. Despite American individualism they subscribe to this reality as pragmatism. A child, a girl is the source of a devastating plague in many worlds. Killing her would end the plague and save billions across worlds, simple arithmetic. The hero against this creed of forced sacrifice fights to save girl is the main story.

But the hero is a bachelor, unable to find a bride due to madness and in a fling satisfies wifey needs but he sees a wife now as an essential burden to bear to get the reward of kids. Like all, hero cherished innocence and mischief of kids but only more so.He is wedded to his porn and in maximised pleasure except for lacking kids. So now the hero travelling with and fighting all worlds to save kid has special meaning. The hero’s greatest evil isn’t violence that follows in the story but perversions especially paedophilic instincts now long forgotten and cured. The girl is an orphan pushed in to being a child prostitute who is then injected to make the source of the plague. The hero has to break her barrier to make her trust him and he needs a mom figure for her for which he choses the unattainable royalty. Partway through he realised the only way of saving the girl wasn’t by goodness, good deeds and implication for compassion but rather getting more powerful than the combined powers of the world. He has no magic in a magical world and recruiting an army of girls made loyal he rises in merchanting to be the richest and commits many murders and with a big army wages wars against official powers of the world. He interacts with divine forces of three major faiths. Unlike well-wishers claiming all faiths are same and tell same, he differentiates them in to sunrise, noon and sunset faiths with much in common but much apart and each a consistent nice reality. He interacts with gods, angels, chosen of people, Emperors, devils and demons all wanting to use the power of the girl or kill her. so he becomes the most evil and powerful Devil emperor. This is the story and premise of my fantasy novel.

I once here scribbled raw,

you praised before thaw,

my laws laid by what saw,

tears dry, intel fail, punch with paw,

not a story but to offer my soul,

to sip or chip, your role,

my goal to have hearts stole,

give a try, ignite this coal.

My poetry verses above maybe poor and dashed on impulse without thought as always. But I am working on this fantasy genre manuscript on a professional basis including almost all of the tropes of the genre in an innovative way, more than two dozen. The evil isn’t fantasy but stark raw reprehensible reality including the caste identities in India and play of three major faiths there. The evil is the prime mover and the central character though with credible heroes and forces who win. Gods, angels and more come treated respectfully yet shunned. The exaggerations immense with all worlds and high heavens conquered by hero before fall. Not a single POV, all one hero tale, other spears shaped good and great and other heroes too, dance here. The crux of the power or force not the hero without magic but his army of girls, he calls daughters who together are the most potent force equal to the one god in many faiths.

Will keep posting progress of the work and hope to use this blog as launching pad for the novel in time since obviously traditional publishers will reject this. Wish me well and spread the word of the upcoming ‘SPEAR HYMNS

The dam swelled

The dam swelled in torrential rains,

stopping for now the cursed floods,

not crumbled by overwhelming pains,

built at cost of many men’s bloods;

take one more he said and from the top fell,

not getting any wish including love chased,

stupid should have chosen a well,

for swept ashore battered and bruised;

gone mind, gone body, not burning soul,

tormented alone it begged for someone more,

restrained by ethics how to reach goal,

what use to end in uninhabited shore;

the world is cruel to all those loyal,

as the impostors become royal.

 

 

 

I reluctantly wanted

I reluctantly wanted to play wedded role,

not for enticing pleasure the bed had,

but tugged by pain of the solitary soul,

sadly the world judged unfit me mad;

no takers even as I ready for anyone less,

beggars can’t be choosers for me a lie,

in desperation I fixed my sight on a goddess,

vowed even if die not to let her pass by,

but how? not by madness or goodness;

atheist I bowed to god, nature and cosmos,

blessed by much but not her who I pine,

to get her no agony was a loss,

let world perish I want to make her mine;

as part of her clan thought had rightful claim on her,

kind not to force her, killed wedding from society to world’s horror.

 

 

 

 

Random thought – 1

யார் வீட்டு கல்யாணத்துக்கோ நான் மாப்பிளை என நினைத்து போய் கை சுட்டு வந்த கோமாளி நான்.

I went to some stranger’s wedding thinking myself as the groom and got burnt, such a fool am I.

[This saying is a result of an incident. I love kids, who doesn’t, and was invited to the sports day in my mom’s play school. I waltzed in as an owner instead of the observer I was supposed to be and got embarrassed.]

 

Today I don’t

Today I don’t mourn my yesterday,

for I bury all weakness that was my past,

and thank it for showing me the way,

to fight for a better tomorrow at last;

what if the world wasn’t kind before?

how would it when I wasn’t kind to myself,

suck frustrations and blow it through the door,

who but me to place myself on a high shelf;

why worry as new days come and nights pass,

my dawn is surely right ahead in the next bend,

believe in it I must without a moment’s pause,

yet time to shed skin and with the world blend;

from today I vow to be my biggest fan,

to burn my old self and become a new man.