The Slug

I know a person, a guy, who is vulgar and rude.He leers at girls all the time. Its disgusting to see him leer at someone, its worse being the object of his leering.He's on the heavier side, with rolls of flab flanking him on either side. He has tiny beady eyes. To me he looks like a slug.

Last night I had a dream. What I assumed to be a dream, turned out to be a nightmare. I was walking along a corridor. The walls and the floor were all covered with cobblestones. There were candles mounted along the wall in candle-holders. The light from those candles weirdly fell only on me. Neither ahead nor behind nor to the sides.I walked for what seemed like hours. My feet, despite being clad by shoes, felt cold. A strange fear slowly crept its way to my heart. I couldn't see what was ahead of me. I was afraid to go forward, yet, couldn't resist not knowing where this dark, cold corridor led me.

Suddenly, the corridor ended and I saw a huge room, sort of like a living room, that was carpeted with a red silk and the ceiling was adorned by a crystal chandelier. The walls had long wooden extensions to them, in which were crystal balls filled with candles. The room led off to another,simpler room. I could hear weird whispers coming from that room. I slowly made my way towards that room. What confronted me there horrified and sickened me.

There in the midst of the dim dungeon, lay naked women,trying to cover themselves up. Their hollow faces were scarred with the horrors inflicted upon them. It was as though someone was sucking out their very soul. Someone or something. A weird smell filled the air and as soon as the toxic fumes hit the noses of these women, their eyes opened wide with horror. They cried and tried to back away from that evil entity that was subjecting them to such tortures.

Out of the darkness, came a beast. A sickly, big, slimy beast. It had a slimy, weedy green body that was emanating a radioactive glow and for its face, it had one of a human. The guy I was telling you about. It was him, in all his sick, slimy glory. He slowly made his way towards the women, a lecherous smile on his face. He caught them with his sluggish, snail like body and pinned them down. He engulfed them in his torturous vastness and muffled their cries. He then bent down to begin his play...........

I couldn't see anymore. I just couldn't take it. I backed away and began to run. The very breath in my body had stilled. A scream choked me, as it refused to come out. My mind had turned numb, at the face of evil. I didn't know what to do............

I woke up. Panting. Perspiring. Completely shaken. I just wanted to erase from my mind that awful nightmare. It sickened me to the core. It still sickens me. Especially when I see that guy leering at a girl. I have never been one to wish bad and evil unto others, buy in this case, I truly wish for him to suffer. I wish someone would rip his eyes out - the eyes he uses to strip off the clothes of innocent girls. I wish for him to suffer.

Agni.

Kiss me through the wall,
Yet, don't touch,
Stay away and awake,
Be my one and only when all have left,
Be what you are meant to be,
Be my shadow.

It doesn't make sense. But essentially, a shadow is something that you want to touch, but can't. It is the only friend you have, when others have gone. You cannot tell if it is awake or asleep. But all this it must and does do. That's the law of nature. That was its only purpose of creation. To be an obscure friend to man.

I have this theory. Shadows are leeches. Souls that have no body of their own. They attach themselves to living bodies, in hopes that they may be able to inhabit it someday.

Scary thought. But definitely an interesting way to look at things.

Dear book of secrets............

I want you to know how I feel. That's the only reason I'm here. I have always loved the way the dark tresses of the night fall on me and caress me. I love the cold, icy touch of loneliness. The sweet breath of the nightmares hidden in the recesses of my heart. To be able to look you in the eye and tell you all I feel, its just incredible. Dear book of secrets, be my friend, my companion, my comarade, on this banal journey. Be mine. Give me your hand in friendship and I will give you my soul in return.