Ersatz

Ersatz watched the family through the window from the roof of next building, the familiar scene laughing father, chiding mother, happy faces of children has become to Ersatz his temple where he  wash away his pain.
He need to feel the glow of life once in a while so that he won’t forget his past, so that he could sweep his demons away which keeps coming with his each step towards the darkness. So that he won’t become a monster.
But the ghosts of the past keep catching up to him enemies legacy of his dead master hunting and stalking him at every point of his pitiful existence. Killers, murderers , monsters. They always keep creeping back when he wasn’t looking.
Ersatz that was the name given to him by his maker, the inferior one, a substitute the name meant. That was how his master had seen him, a substitute of himself. Maybe he had made him to act as a fake until his untimely death by Ersatz hands.
Ersatz hadn’t bothered to change his name, after all he was an image of what he had been. His heart had become cold replacing the one which was warm and which used to dance to the rhythm of life. Now it’s just dead, a cold hard stone an imitation of its previous existence. 
Suddenly the night sky was filled with chimes from the clock tower signaling the end of an hour and start of a new one. Ersatz stood feeling the night breeze rustle through his hair. He walked towards the side of the parapet and dropped to the ground below. The height was small, and the drop was quite easy for someone quite skilled like him.
 He looked at his shadow watching his every move, his faith full useless companions that had never left him. A body lay dead at his feet, its throat slashed. It was his work, something he wasn’t proud of. He looked at the body crumpled beneath his feet, he didn’t feel anything, and cold hearts like his seldom felt any emotional tints especially for his enemies.
He walked down the street and turned the corner, he had promised to meet her at the Pirate’s Wish, a bar near the wharf, it would be crowded at this hour. The salty wind with its rich stink filled his nose as he reached the quay. The bar was filled with life he could sense it from where he was standing.  
He loved life but ironically he had to keep destroying it in order to live, a life of sin. He had tried turning away from this way of life, but the enemies of his master the insane mad man kept coming. He had to go through hell to prove them wrong and as for the others he send them to the devil to learn his name.
He opened the door to the bar, saw her sitting at one of the seats near to the wall, he strode towards her. From the look in her eyes he knew, she had figured him out. Another innocent blood to wash his hands, he looked around at all the people filling the bar.
 “a lot of innocent bloods” he murmured.
He looked into her eyes as he sat down in front of her, there was fear, a little fear is good but it’s not going to help. Was it too much to hope for that maybe she hadn’t found out what he had been trying to hide.
She kept staring at him for a while then her lips moved.
“How old are you “, she asked noiselessly.
He smiled, she knows. And like always straight to the question. He had always warned her of her curiosity. He formed his reply slowly, taking his time with the words.
“It is considered rude to ask a vampire his age sweety”  
   

Weird Poem

let me sing a poem 
that doesn’t rhyme
it shall not be an ode
nor an elegy
written on sad verse
but more like a limerick
and every line of the sonnet
ends with the wordlists of poem
don’t u think its so epic
or rather should have ended it like a couplet
so how is the sonnet
it has 14 lines and does it rhyme
didn’t you notice the verse
they all end with the same meaning of poem
 If you would check the end of each lines, you would notice that all the words in the end of each line is of same meaning of poem

Written in Blood

                                             
My name is Daniel, my friends call me Danny. My life is hell but like my friend Raphael says.” Lets party in hell”.
 I had never looked back at life, had never wondered where I would be if I had taken a different path, a path different from the one I had taken from the many roads that had stretched before me.
I am a refugee in this country; I had come with my papa and mama along with my little sister. But life had never been as they  had dreamed. Mama had always said to strive for the dream and papa had said dream will always stay as dreams or they will lose their meaning. Maybe that’s what you call thinking real but my friend Raphael says life is a dream and like dream we can decide to do anything with it.
I observed the dimly lit room. A lassie was singing on the stage. She looked beautiful but I don’t think Raphael would have liked her. She was not his type, he was never into blondes but she sure was my type . He loved my sister that is Raphael loved my sister and for a very long time too. Was I really blind not to see that? A chuckle left me. Bastard didn’t even bother to tell me….. would I have been happy for them…. I think so … for I love them both with my heart. 
The guy sitting next to me is now eyeing me like I am weird, well people will probably misjudge anyone from outside. Geez..! I can’t even laugh to old memories but its still weird to think him in love with my sister. But well..! Never mind! Where the hell is Leo, anyway? He was supposed to meet me half an hour before.
 A mug of beer was placed in front of me. I sipped it. I felt it flow down my throat. Ahh just the type Raphael would have loved it, too bad he is not here. You maybe wondering why I bring Raphael all the time, he had been my friend from the very first day, practically from the very day I was able to walk. We lived in the same village where we born before coming here. Our families had come together and we were bought up together.

The sound of door opening got my attention and I looked up to see leo walking in and about time too. I got up as he came near me.
“ no beer for you buddy, we don’t have time. And I will need you to drive”
Looks like he didn’t like the idea much but I gave him one of my “I’ll-fucking-kill-you” look which seemed to do the work. He walked towards the door ahead of me but not before giving me his sigh of not wanna come by a deep sigh.
He is one lazy bump considering how many times I had saved his sorry ass. The last thing he can do is give me a drive, ungrateful ass guess that does gives out his character in two words.
I slid into the shotgun seat of the car. The car wasn’t anything posh it used to be an old, wait I looked up at him.
“Leo what did you do with your old dump “
He gave me a toothy grin and hit the radio. And it began to play high way to hell.
I raised my eyebrow, that’s one of the Raphael’s favourite ones. I gave out a hearty laugh. Leo was now looking at me with a lost look.
“you can breathe Leo you only have to drive me in , I will do the job. That are Gabriel’s orders”
He breathed out he must have been holding it. He would be a pain in the ass if he was going to tag with me. He gave me a slip, I opened it the number of the ware house was written in it. Memorising it wasn’t hard for even a bird brain like me. Raphael was the brainy one; I was all about brawn.
“I don’t get how Bill’s got into Gabriel’s bad books; after all he is second in command. Is he trying a coup or something?”
 “That doesn’t concern you anymore after today, how many does he have with him there”
 ” about seven “
I took out my Beretta and checked the mag and I loaded my .38 revolver. The snub nosed revolver was gift from Raphael. The car stopped soon in the harbour. The cawing of sea gulls filled the air. I slid the guns back into the coat and got out.
“you can go now, I will take bill’s car after the job “  
Am a refugee a refugee from law, a mafia and in our code vengeance and treachery will always be written in blood and the answers to secrets will always be silence. The pistol goes to the right hand and revolver to the left. I looked at the number, considering the number 69 in S-69. That’s one of my favourite number, I smirked at the door. Now should I just walk in and start shooting or should I think it through before I walk in. God I miss Raphael he always had a plan, that’s why I can’t do the jobs alone.
Hell with it am the best in what I do. I walked towards the door opened it and slid in. Bill was standing near a table talking with two others looking in the direction away from me. And no guards guess he hadn’t heard that his death certificate had already been drafted. I walked towards them keeping the guns from the line of sight of others too.
Hmm.. that’s Jimmy and Patty, guess they will have to die too. Jimmy raised his hands at seeing me calling out my name as I got close to them. I could see Bill’s head jerk back to look at me and am pretty much sure his hair at the back of his nape stood up.
A satisfied smile must have flashed through me, I raised my pistol and shot Patty first . jerk didn’t acknowledge me when I came in, he must die first. The bullet punched through his eyeball.
Bill was turning around the bullet from the revolver first hit his ass and then second on his throat. And he was on the ground. Shit and he was the second in command was I taking orders from this looser all the time.
Bam, a bullet struck my chest I looked at jimmy with the gun and with a hole in his fore head…. From my second bullet from pistol. Good I had the sense to wear bulletproof vest of Gabriel, well it was not new but still effective. I looked at bill he was choking, I shot him in head from the pistol. Running footsteps sounded from the corner, bullets whizzed around me as I walked jumped and avoided bullets and did the job of death giving them there one way passage to hell. They are not going to heaven, that am fucking sure off. 
I walked back to Bill’s body and peered at him. Then bang and a bullet hit me in the shoulder I spurned around and shot with the revolver, the pistol had fallen from my hand the bullet from the revolver got its mark his throat, I specialized on them the throat area and the head. He choked blood. The second one got in his head. Damn leo he messed up the numbers.
 But now I was choking. Geez the last time when I spoke with Raphael he had also seemed so much pathetic just like me maybe a bullet in throat does make you choke too much after all.
“Too bad”, I slid to the floor and balanced my back at the tables leg. The Gabriel’s manor was too much bloody after I left him there with the other corpse of Gabriel and others. Maybe I should have taken time to bury him. I could hear the sirens at distance, hopefully I would be long dead before the police gets here. No one walks away after hurting my sister and friend, family comes first and the death of these where charted by me and Raphael and as I said vengeance will always be written in blood.
The sound of the door opening brought me back, and I thought I would be dead by now. I looked at the number of bullets in the revolver, two more huh…. Well more the merrier. Lets party at hell.
 I grinned.   

MY DREAM, MY HEART, MY SOUL FOR YOU MY LOVE…….

When i see you walking
through the streets 
from my room 
through the windows of
my dream

a rhythm starts to

build in my heart
i take the paper
and starts to write
listening to the beats of 
my heart

the song may look blind

to others but i dance to its rhythm 
in the hall of my love for you
as high as the sky
with your pictures
adorning the walls of 
my soul

the song will not 

rhyme for any other
than the one who
holds my heart
this song rhymes
with the beats
from my heart
for you my love

and i will dance for

all eternity
with your heart
close to mine

Trends And Drifts


Someone right now is
Entering the class late
Apologising for being late
Wondering what lie to tell
while Someone in the second row in the class
is Looking for a pen to write

Somebody right now is staring
Through the window at the birds flying
Through the clouds in the sky
There is somebody in the corner
Who  is looking at the blackboard
 Cant get the meaning  feeling plastered
Now he gotta copy the notes
In the late night when
He is really in need of a sleep
Someone right now is looking pretty sleepy
For the reason that he is still not sober
From last night

Somebody sitting across the row
Looking the girl at the other end
And his best friend writes
His and his lovers names
In the bench who just happened to be
The girl his friend was staring at
I wonder what it is like to be


Right there in there shoes
But no i am just taking it in
From the back seat in the class
Staring at them trying to get inspired
Because this is just not a song

Somebody right now is being led
By the dean to his cubicle
Trying to reason with him
About those petty dress codes
Do you really think anything
Is gonna change his drift
So what do you have to say
Should we live for the day
Should we die living in the past
Mean while right now
Someone’s trying to submit
An assignment a little bit late
3 days after the last date
But the professor just won’t bulge
Same time across the hall
A tutor is trying to get a student to
Submit a 30 days late project
 But the fellow Just won’t listen

Right now someone wishes
To sneak out and get away from this mess
But right now i am sitting
With my friends watching
The girls parade across the corridor
 The class is going on and my books are open
But without nothing written in it
And we don’t really care
Because everyone i am just taking it in
From the back seat in the third row

Someone right now reading these lines
Thinking that he had heard the exact lyrics
That’s right this is the trend
I was inspired by Fortminor
And my drift drives me to write this song
So i am writing this song Monday morning
When i have to start on an assignment
Which is due today which is yet to began.    

"Spinning subtle web of tales in my head"