THE INSANITY OF MARALD GRUMPUS

Marald Grumpus
Neither grumpy nor was he pompous.
Had an IQ of one sixty three
And a really good memory.
His amazing skill of recollection
Was attributed to his odd tradition
Of putting things away in orderly fashion
In little boxes in his brain’s faction.
In order to secure from telepathic minds,
He locked it so that no one could find
What was hidden in utmost secrecy.
Unfortunately, he lost the key.

HAPPY TO BE SAD

Watch me stare at my computer screen. I have my Facebook page open, also Twitter and my personal Gmail too. I refresh the pages after every ten minutes, hoping to receive an IM, tweet or a short mail from her.

Watch how every time my phone vibrates my heart vibrates too anticipating an SMS from her or even a missed call by mistake.

Watch how I stare longingly at the full moon assuming she might be doing the same and missing me just as much.

I have been doing this since the last many days but to no avail.

Finally, before I could lose all hope, my phone rang. There!! Even though I had deleted her name from my contact list, I still remembered her number. It’s strange how you can easily delete someone special from memory but never from your heart!

Watch now how a sly smile spreads across my face as my heart starts beating faster.

But then, I compose myself and disconnect the call. I have grown so accustomed to this sadness and solitude that I do not wish to be happy again.

SECRETS

Sinister plans are being made
In the mind of the genius.
Cannot be revealed to you.
And therein lies the potency.

MOONLIGHT

Dashing smile across the night sky.

Mystical Mysterious Magical.

Seducing you in your dreams.

Controlling all matters mental.

Ruler of all lonely hearts.

Playing games of hide and seek.

Fooling people of emotions.

Such as we may bespeak.

Do not fall prey to the divine light.

What may seem a surreal reality.

It’s not exactly what it seems.

It’s all dark in actuality.

YOUR EYES

They project what is so good about this world.

A luminous display of your sweet soul.

I used to see the best of me in them.

Capturing innocence and love in whole.

I may have hurt you in many ways.

I have at times made you cry.

I know I do not deserve you.

How much ever hard I try.

Today I see that shimmer back again

In your pretty eyes, albeit not for me.

(Though it gives me severe heartburn)

I still am indeed glad and pray

That you remain forever happy.

similar: IN YOUR EYES

HIGH ON LIFE

"Happiness is a warm gun.

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot."

-Beatles

The best part of being Bipolar is the high you experience. After a period of sullen depression, the mania when it arrives is EUPHORIC. Like the red cherry topping on the cake. You feel as if nothing can ever go wrong.

The whole Universe becomes your playground and your mind is firmly in control of all around you. You can bend things to your liking, make them disappear, slide down from one end to another and keep going on and on and on! You can be whatever you always wished to be, do whatever you always wanted to do. There is no stopping you. No rules. No limits.

It’s like a drug that seeps into your blood pumping your pulsating heart with fresh renewed energy. Making you feel younger lighter happier. You get in a lift and press the top button and you soar up UP UP and away.

It’s like listening to 'Us and them' on weed. Except, there is no weed...your mind is the scene of the crime!!

Life gets so effing wonderful that you will die of happiness! Who in his sane mind would let go?!!

A piece of advice for people who are feeling low: Be brave. Stab yourselves with a long twisted Knife. There is really NO hope for you.

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.
-Nic 

 

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT YOU

Without you,

Life is beautiful.

It’s like a dream come true.

Without you,

Life is just wonderful...

…Seriously, who am I kidding!