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!

CURRY TALK

Hey you mister,

With the lady moustache.

Keep your psychotic rage

In your pocket.

I keep my angel face

Only to harmonize,

Not to tolerate you.

You would not want

To see my other side.

So pick up your shit

And put it where it belongs.

Or I will add extra spice

In your curry. Your rage will

See red in the morning.

depression leads to loneliness



loneliness leads to depression






damn...its a viscous cycle!!!

HU KAUN CHE

Origami expert.

Child molesting pervert.

Bossaball player.

Dragon slayer.

Three-headed beast.

None of these.

MEN DON'T CARE

I am a big boy.
I now wear pants.
Things I know, but
I just won't cry.
She said,
I need to be brave.
But do I like it?
The doctor comes to visit,
Am sent out to play.
I know she is not ill.
But there's bills to be paid.
He never came back.
But she has been brave.
So will I try.
I just won't cry.

THE DUDE

Bespectacled specimen.
A creature so low.
A shame on the human race.
Long flanneled trousers.
May drop any time,
Now or then.
And vested tees-
Or is it just the vest?
With accentuated rib-cage.
The smile's a beauty!
Showoff on the
Plaque infested teeth.
Makes it necessary for me
To talk a distance away
Two feet from him.
There lies a danger
Of fainting to the smell.
Yet Good Lord,
He struts his stuff,
How smoothly so!
Brewing with confidence
And feels happiness
In whatever he does.
I appreciate,
I really do. 

QUIT NEVER

Many twists and turns.

Life won’t ever be the same.

But only after breakpoint

Are you set for game.

We have to soldier on

And never quit lane.

Only then will we

Ever achieve our aim.

With difficult choices

We may falter again.

But keep your head high

And forego all pain.

Soon the clouds will clear by

And so will the cold rain.

The sun will cast a rainbow.

Life won’t ever be the same.

DISORIENTATION

Tommy: Women are always looking for Mr. Right, but no man seems to be looking for his perfect partner. Tell me why?
Anita: Because when I went to the store, the sale was already over. Everything was sold! :-( :-(
Tommy: Yes, there is NO Ms. Right!
Anita: Yeah, and now I feel so full because I just ate three scrambled eggs with Labneh cheese and I am gonna barf…
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Look around.
See the sounds.
Hear the colours swishing by.
You stand on no steady ground.
The world is moving round and round and round.

Feel the power of the mind.
You exist of the tumultuous kind.
Some day you will just die
Do I still have to remind?
Your fate will always be maligned.

WRATH OF THE CURSE

An arrow once released can’t be drawn back

And will find its fatal prey.

Words of hatred spewed in anger,

Also will react the same way.

Doomed forever are the unfortunate few

Whose lonely souls are cursed.

A wily serpent on their trail.

Can you really undo once cussed?

A curse seeks mighty solace,

In the misery of the human mind.

And will torment you to death.

Kill you before your time.

THE GREATEST WOMAN OF ALL

Silly you!
Slap yourself before I do!
Of course, she isn’t 10 feet tall.

She is my sparkling diamond.
Sunshine that beams the dark land.
She is my Greatest Woman of All!

I seek to kiss the soles of her feet.
‘Cause she loves me in a way so sweet;
Unconditionally. I remain: thralled.

Watch her smile, will you!
A spry jolt of lightening out of the blue.
Magic Vanish for your sorrows all.

Wherever she goes, there is
An aura of tranquil bliss.
Spearing the shadows of our mind’s wall.

She speaks the language of Love.
Forgives me each time somehow.
She is the Greatest Woman of All!

DIE MUTHRFUCKR DIE

When I said I was happy I was just lying.
Each morning I wake up and find myself dying.


I tried to cut my wrists but the knife was too blunt.
I tried to hang myself but the tree branch broke.
I tried consuming poison, but I only got high.
I tried to light myself on fire but I couldn’t find a match.
I jumped of a high raiser only to fall in a swimming pool.
I lay on the railway tracks, but the motormen went on strike.


 I am nothing but a loser.
And now I want to die because am not good even at killing myself.

LOVE YOU FOREVER

It’s a perfect day. It’s neither too cloudy nor too sunny. I wish time could just freeze. The outdoors is like a picture postcard of some exotic locale. I recline back next to Nikky on the grass watching the clouds form amazing shapes in the sky. I feel blessed to be with her. Her mere presence is enough to fill my life with joy forever. Nothing she would do would make me love her less.

"Look", she says and points toward the sky, “That’s a turtle which has retracted into the shell.”

I love her antique bracelet that her grandma gave her to protect her from lightning. I love the way she smells. It is heavenly intoxicating. I love how her crazy hair ruffles in the air and feels silken to my touch. I love it when she makes those baby faces and kisses me on the tip of my nose.

"…and there”, she goes again, “now that’s an elephant with wings!”

I love it when she says she isn’t hungry and then proceeds to eat whatever all is on my plate. I love it when she tells me that she will sleep besides me even though I snore a lot (Fact is she is the one who snores, while I comply only because I love her). I love it when she hugs me and nuzzles my neck.

“That one…” she says, “…is a snake which swallowed a whole house with a TV antenna on the roof.”

I look at her and kiss her right ear and tell her that I love her and if she ever left me I would kill her.

“Awww!!” She goes and cups my face. “You are such a romantic. I love you too!”

“I love you three!!” I say.

“I love you till infinity!!”

I love her snorty laugh. I love how she always tells me to shut up. I love the way she scrubs my body when we shower together, I love how she is always interested in whatever I do. I love it how cute she sounds whenever she is excited about something. I love her OCDness. I love how she finishes her bacardi/slice in one go. I love the fact that she swings both ways. I love the fact that she refuses to ever completely grow up.

Sometimes I fear the clouds will roll on and I will lose her but then I look into her puppy-eyes and feel the reassuring faith that come what may, she will forever be by my side.

"I love you plus one!"

(WILL YOU BE) MY VALENTINE

To you my Jigripoo, my Catwoman, my Honeybunny…I love thee, I love thee, I love thee…forever and a day.

Funny faces you make and pout.

And then tell me you have to workout.

“But before am back,

Better cut out the slack,
With something to surprise me no doubt.”

I conjure up ideas in my brain.
Not just roses and sparkling champagne.
Something spectacular.
Romantic not jocular.
But then soon, you are back again.

O my sweet sunshine!

You are always on my mind.

Ask my crazy heart,

I would never part.

I want you to be forever mine!

I present this lousy poem to you,

And hope this will somehow make do,

For now, that is.

Sealed with a kiss.

Be my Valentine, will you?