and who you be...?

ever had those weird people calling up and breathing into your telephone...no they exist....seriously.they are an un-acknowledged sub-species of homosapiens...universally un-acknowledged oweing to the unbearable embarrassment of the whole situation...i mean imagine having to admit that monkeys or penguins or rats were in some way superior to this our (oh so civilised...ohh so intelligent so sensible) honourable race.good point?thank you.

now to skip the boring lecture and get to the dirty details...

ma gets a call:
she was going through the motions of normal living on a normal day(yell at me to get my lazy arse off of my bed...yell at my bro to please kindly NOT leave his dirty smelly...nearly rotting socks in the middle of the living room floor...a visual not to mention olfactory....treat for all our unfortunate unsuspecting visitors!) when the phone rang."chinnu phone ettu!"-approximately 33 times...finally she recieved the call."hello"-about 9 times...i think...no reply.

we got multitudinous variants of the same call...still getting variants of the same call...correction.

case 1:music...not bad actually...on other end of line
can listen to it if not expecting calls

case 2:i love you i love you i louuuuvvvveeee you
non-stop....and to any lady that picks up
now who is it that you've given your dil to dude?
my mom?...my maid?...me?...or is it my bro...whose voice at age 14 unfortunately...well lets be nice

case 3:panting...pant pant pant...pant a little more
really....?ok one moment...whiskey(my imaginary labrador) will speak to you in a mo...


...see...really do not know what to do.different numbers each time too...but i like believe the human race is not depraved enough to hold more than a handful of these demented psychopaths...so am assuming is one single psycho...travelling between phones(at a frantic pace) to terrorise unwary phone subscribers of bsnl landlines...hmmm...

i am a poet who dosent knowet

you were so many
things I admire
You're all the strength
i thought i could
lean against
when my own strength
failed me...
you were
my stability
when i thought
my world was
crumbling,
my waltz
with silence
in this
noisy party
-life...
that i have
stumbled into
Uninvited...
You Were
someone
i thought
i could
turn to
when i
was lonely
i thought
you could,
would,
always
keep me
from everything
that would
undo me...
Me-done up in knots
tied with
taoist discpline
by a
drunken hand...in a torture room
i always thought
you would
break my fall
each single time
i stumbled...
i thought...you were...

...you are
so many things
My vilest enemy,
My truest love,
My only armour
- you leave me vulnerable
defenceless...
keeper of
my secrets
-would you sell them...
for a price?
perpetrator of my dreams
-you leave me sleepless...
You are that lonely street
i walk to
when my senses
take a holiday
and all
that guides me
is...my feelings
-those wanton
confused
wanderers
drunk on everything
that is you...
You are...
so many things,
My only adversary
My one true love...
You are
the rock
I broke myself
against.

first post...dunno wat to say actually

hullo...everybody...me somebody...you musta know if you be looking at this actually...cause me really dont think you would be reading otherwise...hmm...really really reallly dunno wat to say...yet