Monday, July 11, 2011

Silent black day

The day was dark. It was as if the sky was crying..

When in your line of work, taking lives is a component of your every day duties, emotion is something that maintains the balance. Yes, contrary to popular opinion, an emotionally sound man, can maintain sanity in this most depraving of trades.

Sometimes I wonder, if it is the act or the plan that makes it so heinous. But I smile and put the thought away. Ah! A smile makes even murder more acceptable. There is a beauty in death that escapes most. Most executioners, embalmers and undertakers either stumble upon the profession or are bound by external mores. But, there are some who believe in the sanctity of their chosen trade and can see the duty to the world. It is them who can appreciate this beauty...

The day was dark. The sky was crying. Sobriety is an emotion most suited to the dead..



Friday, July 8, 2011

Inspired!!!

A wish is hope unfulfilled
No, it is one never fulfilled.
I wish I were handsome,
I hope my life is fulsome.
I wish I always smiled.
I hope I do when I'm riled.
I wish I never procrastinate,
When I do, I hope I am not too late.
I wish I never die,
When I do, I hope I don't cry.
I wish I feel no pain,
When I do, I hope I don't wish again.

In that vein, it should be 'my dying hope' not 'my dying wish'.