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When you are broken and and don't know what to do When the men you trust are backstabbing you When the God you once believed in deceives you When you are alone thought there is a crowd about you ...

rohitthemurari General When you are broken and and don't know what to do When the men you trust are backstabbing you When the God you once believed in deceives you When you are alone thought there is a crowd about you When you expect good news but it doesn't come to you When you are broken and don't know what to do When you are dismayed and your spirit is down When upon your head is placed a thorn crown When you are scared of the funniest circus clown When your wife also refuses to wear your favourite gown When on introspection you find that your self-esteem is out of town When you are dismayed and your spirit is down When you have nothing to hold on to and await death When you are haggard and gasping for breath When you have lost everything including your loin sheath When the only sounds you hear are those of your chattering teeth When you know that you have been living inside a hearth When you have nothing to hold on to and await death You know you are doomed and there is nothing else in store You have even lost your soul you are worse than a whore You have only one place to go which is the earth's core You shuttle without reason unlike waves on the shore You know to you life doesn't offer much more You know you are doomed and there is nothing else in store Dying in peace is all you can respectfully do Contemplating your retribution is way beyond you There is so much a man take and the limit has been reached by you Damn it, there is no one else who can understand this but you So go while there is still something left in you Dying in peace is all you can respectfully do tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-04-19:14 2004-04-19T09:40:31+05:30

I am Alexandre Quixote, the world’s greatest lover I am Don Juan De Marco was but a sham This happens to be a true account of my story Through which I hope to regain my last glory That ...

rohitthemurari Writing I am Alexandre Quixote, the world’s greatest lover I am Don Juan De Marco was but a sham This happens to be a true account of my story Through which I hope to regain my last glory That women were his cuisine Casanova once said Catherine, the Great of Russia died when the harness supporting a Stallion broke over her bed To them love or lust were two sides of the same coin If you ask me, they had their brains in their loins Hence, without taking anymore of your precious time I begin my story, which is nothing less than divine   My father was a knight in the service of King Henry IV My mother, a nubile young woman, lived in a village by the shore It was a fine day, for my mother and father of course Not too fine a day for the rascals who were slain at their throats My mother says that it was on a fateful moonlit night, when she was alone In the grape garden at this hour, she was helpless as a stone Blackguards that they were they thought of bringing her disrepute and dishonour For the full moon had hidden itself behind the clouds casting gloom They approached her from behind and seized her wrists And spoke to her in a manner befitting not even the anti-Baptists My mother tried to get away but to no avail She let out a cry that was very frail The bastards laughed for they thought for help none would come They could not have been more wrong for my father was just away a fathom Knight in shining armour that he was, he could not leave a damsel in her sorrow He got there on his mare faster than a bow shoots an arrow Though taken aback, their hands went to their swords Before they could draw them, my father had slit their vocal cords My father’s rapier was in a flash back to its place on his waistband To my blushing mother, he offered his right hand In the beautiful sunshine, danced and danced did they Well, mid-morning it was is what my father used to say The following day they were married in a pristine chapel And, lived happily till my father was summoned for the battle It was for two years that the conflict raged on No one seemed to know which side was on song My mother says that I was born a year after my father had gone But, then I must have fought really hard to stay within her womb Either that or the man who came home often soon after my father went Was a little more to her than just being a friend The reason behind I could never comprehend The man’s disappearance on my father’s advent I knew that I was God’s gift to womankind the moment I was born When she had to depart, my nanny was lovelorn And, when my father put me in school All the girls their would upon me drool It is not that my charm victimised only the girls My teachers, too were taken in by its powerful swirl Things went so far that my headmaster had little choice I was ousted from school and put under the tutelage of Mr. Dice   For five years thereafter, I was in the care of my private tutor More than him I was looked after by his wife and two daughters I remember during the annual village fair How all the women on me had fixed their stare Being a knight, my father attempted teaching me the art of war He soon realised I could not tell a sword from a scimitar I could spot a rosebud in a woman’s hair from a mile During combat, though, I was betrayed by my guile By 12, I had made a fortune collecting a gold coin each From every girl to plant a kiss on her cheek I was a man by the time I hit sixteen To every maiden’s chamber in the hamlet I had been I learnt a valuable lesson in my seventeenth year Avoid married women for their husbands might be near I nearly lost my head when unexpectedly returned Lady Baton’s man As soon as I heard his horse, I grabbed my coat and ran By spring next year, my fame had spread itself far and wide There were numerous proposals from prospective brides But, marrying one would disappoint the rest I could not have lived with that load on my chest However, the calamity befell when the stars were shining bright On a cold, clear, winter, new moon night I saw her, a maiden so graceful and fair That the sum seemed dull compared to her glare Her eyes were deep, deep as the ocean blue Caressed by the wind, her golden strands of silk flew This time, though, I had beckoned the monster loch ness For she turned out to be this kingdom’s princess One day she made me an offer I could not refuse It was between her and my soul that I had to choose The fair sex of my village had no solace Since the moment they learnt I was off to the palace I had never thought that anything could be as big as the castle The walls were done up in various shades of pastel The staircases seemed to run around the earth As far as women were concerned, there was absolutely no dearth A hundred of them serviced the King’s bedchamber The courtesans’ faces glowed the colour of ember Her Highness, the Queen was all beauty and grace If only there were more of her, blessed would be the human race At the Royal banquet on my wedding night As I was sitting beside my beloved wife The King held in his hand a glass of red wine And, made me a toast which I did not find benign ‘To the man’, he said, ‘Who has married the princess this day Who is faithful and fidel, otherwise he be slain’ I could not catch the humour, but his henchmen guffawed The courtesans stopped dancing, my mother-in-law could not have looked more appalled   The next morning I was invited to breakfast with Her Highness She seemed overtly concerned about the apple of her eye, the princess She said, ‘I know my daughter has not acted right ‘By forcing you to make her your bride ‘You are a man, whose spirit is free, free as the bird in the sky ‘It cannot be chained, hard as the King or the princess may try ‘And, with the King having threatened your life should you be infidel ‘I am not sure how much longer you should stay in the castle’   I was born to love many women, so invariable I knew That what Her Majesty said was absolutely true But, where I could go was something I could not understand After all, who would give refuge to King Henry’s outlawed man? As if she had sensed my thoughts, Her Highness continued ‘Of course, it won’t be easy, but I will see what I can do ‘Till such time, I’d say stay out of danger ‘And, do not cast your eyes upon the women of bedchamber’   Even as she said it, my mother-in-law had known That keeping me from the bedchamber was akin to moss growing on a rolling stone I could only afford a week of abstinence Then I was hit hard by my fluttering conscience Not that my wife was not beautiful, she was lovely as can be But, there are other beautiful women, too, in this world you see To my great dismay, I found that in the palace word did fast spread If I did not escape now, I would soon be dead I turned to Her Highness, she was the only one I could think of Who could help me before the situation grew more morose Fortunately, she had made all the arrangements of my leaving the fort I found myself in a cargo ship travelling up north The sailors knew who I was but they were well enough paid To drop me off on the island that their eyes first seemed to gaze It took them a month to find the first piece of land I was not too keen to get there for it seemed not one soul had set foot upon that sand I protested, but the men were not about to relent They left me there for me to alone for myself fend I had some supplies to last me till such time Another ship came, and agreed to give me a ride After a decade went by I gave up on any hopes that I had Of seeing another human being, a lass or a lad Thus, in a bottle my account do I send For someone like you to find and to history make amends