Fuss over F*&%

You're sitting at home on a lazy weekend, sprawled on the couch, going about your routine of flipping through channels at an impossible speed, when suddenly you get a glimpse of 'Family guy'. You go back and start watching it.. your mom is working somewhere in the background and all she can hear is 'So what the *beep* are you *beep* kidding me.. *beep. beep. beep* you!' Silently she chides. You guiltily change the channel to a music video of guess who! Eminem. So there it goes, five painful minutes of a truck load of cuss. Till your mom comes and switches off that idiot box so filled with filth! (That's what your mom believes anyway!) Awkward silence fills the room and all you can do is think about the fuss created over these words. I admit, I happen to have nasty foul language. Courtesy my dad, an ex defense person and a present marine (I guess that explains a lot!) at the age of four, I walked around blurting 'F#&k and S%@t' without even knowing what it means, until I received a tight slap from my mother. Anyways that was back in childhood, right now I am where my roots want me to be, luckily with right minded (rather right tongued  friends so I can cuss away to glory! This very habit of mine landed me in soup a countless times! Quite recently at my new workplace, I may have exclaimed with a profanity over a trivial issue like spilt coffee.. only to be discreetly black listed by my evaluator! (Yes.. my life is a joy ride!) the worst thing is that, I was in his bad books for over a month, which resulted in pathetic marks. So after that debacle of mine, I solemnly swore to not utter slangs at work, of course that led to me hardly talking. I realized the only place I can curse with freedom is, when I'm driving.Wrong turn, high speed or overtaking from the wrong side.. they all receive my grimy verbal wrath. Poor mother of mine, patiently sits tolerating my exquisite verbose like a shot of bitter medicine! I cant help it though, I try .. but miserably fail in such situations of stress. All I can do is, hope and pray for a time when certain words come to a socially acceptable range in our language and if that can't happen, then gosh I hope for a wizard to cast a word loss charm over my head, so that I can STFU in peace! (oops)

The Wrath of Flesh

A bruised body, a battered soul

In matter of hours fate turned so cold.

A dark place where virtues digress 

where innocence is stripped by fiends of hell

and morals of life just fail to egress.

All that is left, a gaping void of despair

crippled dreams and a lost will to live.

Deep down that vanquished soul, slowly

emerges a boiling rage coursing through her veins.

Nurturing her core, nursing all wounds.

The need for justice driving away the pain

to send the savages back to hell fire in vain,

watching their flesh burn and life trickling away in bits.

At last, her crushed goddess emerges victorious,

numb with content and a touch of melancholy.

Her bloodied eyes with new hopes and dreams

and a pitiful heart for a failing humanity.

Vanquishing the Inutile

The unforgivable sin,

A futile feeling,

The destroyer of millions,

The termination of good.

Oh why this hate?

What fete does it make?

Wracks all felicitous lives,

Turns gold to ashes,

Repays cipher but sadness,

And disconnected decisions,

To throw you into a pool of rue,

With slight ways to hark back,

Though you battle it along your regained consciousness,

To egress triumphant against your evil intents,

And to realize at the finish,

What an ignorant little coward you've equaled,

For you never trusted the power vested within you,

To believe in outsmarting what you guessed,

 was merely a small part of you.