Fear Talks

The setting was impeccable
flickering lights, foul winds
shattering glass, hurricane ring
The prospect however, quite terrible
the bitter cake in front of us, barely edible

‘Let us begin now, child’ fear tapped on the table
with its fingers long, dark and brittle
Unavoidable as this chance encounter was
I could already sense it going south, thumbs twiddled

‘Um.. How do I begin? Where does this start and where does it end?
What came before? the chicken or the egg?’
I asked, expecting a reply, barely holding back a sigh
Fear sneered itself into a mocking scowl
‘I do not know. Ask another question’
And so it continued one after the other
All to no avail

And thus, went the night
No sudden fright or icy spine-chilling roller coaster ride
Just an inert presence slowly fading away into distant memories
And once time was up, fear did not need
to disappear or even continue with the sneer

For the most lethal and darkest of fears
are not quite what they might seem
made not of tears or unfinished beers
not of companions found or lost
to the depths of time or even spectres in the rear
none of these situations perhaps even come near
the true depths of real darkness as it might appear

nay, the true destroyer is the question
the silent whisper in the back of your head
on a lonely rainy night, you very well know or you might
that silent whisper that slowly asks you to give up the fight
it’s all quiet and serene before its begins
a violent internal riot
tears you up, smiles as you slowly and slowly
choke your own dreams, kill your own means
until all that’s left is a few spare beans
nothing radical as you die watching tv in your jeans

there is perhaps another vague voice in the back
of your head that talks slowly while all the lights get whacked
and then before you know it, you killed it
every single cheat code hacked
while you play your video games
silent bliss oblivion
no desire nor fight left
it disappears and stays at the same time
reduced to not a even a nickel or a dime
ladies and gentlemen,
I present to you.
The power of the human mind

Bravo. Hurrah. Hallelujah.
Now, die.

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A Really Bad Trip

5.41 am

7th September 2012

It wasn’t bad. Nor was it disturbing. It was horrible. Yes, I just woke up from a really bad trip of a nightmare. I guess the constant jamming with my band and juggling two different lives has started to take its toll on me. Man, I seriously wonder what the fuck I was on last night cos seriously, it was probably not just air after what I just experienced. Enough said, time to get to the nightmare.

It all started right before I was going to go off to sleep. I always leave my laptop on before I go off to sleep just in case I just wake up with an idea, it usually happens a lot. But yesterday night was different. all it bad luck or whatever you will, everything was positioned in my room in such a way that the light of the laptop came on things in such a way that everything made creepy shadows. The types you don’t really want to see right before you go to sleep. I tried looking up, I tried looking left they were everywhere. Maybe I was already half-dreaming by then. I’m not really sure. Because every time I looked at my chair, The shadows made it seem like a really eerie little girl was sitting on it and it was fucking scary, I tried turning to the other side and sleeping. I thought that this was the end of it all. Little did I know that it was the beginning of one of the most horrible dreams I’ve ever had. Now I’ve always been the kind of guy that likes sleeping straight. So soon I found myself looking straight up which was bad too. The combination of shadows, the fan my keyboards and the wall somehow made it look like a big creepy skull with his finger on his chin was right in front of me as if wondering what to do with a pure twisted soul such as mine. What the fuck, right.

Then there was more. The Nightmare.

It all seemed quite pleasant in the beginning. I was in college and chilling out and hanging out with my friends. we were having a pretty good time and decided to take a trip on the Metro just for the kick of it. There was so much chaos and noise, at times things used to get weird. It was not the Metro we usually use in our day-to-day lives. I had already started sensing something was off but I kept going. Deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole.

I was with a couple of college mates, it seemed. but they were the ones that usually used to make fun of me and the ones ¬†didn’t really get along with much. As in the dream just like real-life, I kept losing one after the other only to realize I was left with this guy called Amit (name changed) who was much more polite than the rest of the people I’d met up till then. Until he left somewhere without his bag. His phone was in it. I realised he forgot his phone when it started ringing. I thought of maybe picking up but I wasn’t sure since it seemed like an unknown number. But I picked it up anyway. It was my mother. the signal wasn’t good. there was weird static for the longest time after which I heard “Son. come back. Help me.” She did not say it in a normal tone. She sounded in pain and very disturbed and after that the phone just got dead and I couldn’t get it to work no matter how hard I tried. So I threw it away. I kept telling myself the Metro being completely white and purely stainless was a normal thing but I knew this shit wasn’t right. i got off on a transit station. It was Central Secretariat. I got out and everything took another new dimension. It was weird and totally barbaric. It was a huge fucking cave lit by torches and fire. Almost everybody was in rags and it looked like people were hungry and hadn’t took a bath for days. Some people were in robes too, which really creeped me out. Where the fuck was I? Central Secretariat? more like Medieval Central Secretariat! Went to catch the train to the platform. Another thing that was weird about the station was that there were too many lifts going in different directions, Diagonal,Upside down,Left,right. Everywhere. There were very few stairs but too many lifts.

Back at the platform. there was no ground below the tracks, just endless hollow black. It was scary and dark. Then I met Vikas Kalwani. and then weird shit started happening again. we took the train about five times and ended up at the same platform again and again, and I started to really get scared if we were going to be trapped in this medieval crap of a station for all eternity. That’s hen my mother just turned up at the station and asked me to come home fast. Then she went away. I really started wishing that I’d get out of this place. but alas, there was much more to come! Finally the train came and I managed to reach Lajpat Nagar…

Finally I reached Lajpat Nagar and managed to get out. I took my car and started driving in the service lane just so that I could reach home fast as the main lane was crowded as fuck. But as soon as I got on the service lane a few cars followed me and the cars in front of me slowed down a bit. I wanted to reach home fast but that was obviously not happening and this further frustrated me. So I jumped out of the car, simply because nobody was moving. Soon I realised that was the worst decision. EVER. A silver Nano was in the front of my car and a white Alto was behind the car. The guy in the white Alto was obviously a psychopath and he smashed the shit out of my car. He totally destroyed it, I have no idea why.

I got really scared, my car was fucked and I was in a relatively unknown area of Delhi. It was obviously going to be difficult since nobody there knew me and the psychopath guy was obviously going to come after me. I tried noting down his car number and it was ‘AD 0666’ Coincidence or freaky brain? No idea. I decided to start running from the place. I went into the housing society right next to the road where my accident happened. I thought of telling my parents but then decided against it as they would already be tensed as it is. I decided I could handle this by myself.

I wish I could’ve run but I just kept getting more and more lost in the endless houses and the seemingly infinite small lanes running through the entire place. I just could not find my way. Then I ran into this kid and asked him how I could reach the nearest exit. He told me he knew I crashed the car of the ‘Great Master’ and I would suffer for it eternally. I got really fucking scared. and somehow every kid I asked seemed to give more or less the same answer. Another kid said “You think you can run away from all of this and pretend like nothing’s happened? you’re just kidding yourself, you’ll never get out of here, not alive anyway”

More panic ensued. I kept trying to run left, right and centre but there was no way out. Soon I started to give up and came near a park. I saw a lot of those kids staring at me like they were angry at me. Like they were going to beat the shit out of me. The looked pissed. They started shouting ‘THERE HE IS! THERE HE IS!” and soon it tuned into an endless chant. and then I saw it the Alto was right there. I knew I was fucked now. The psychopath guy came upto me and told me I had some explaining too and he didn’t seem too happy, He wanted to literally kill me with his bare hands. He said “saale behenchod meri gaadi ko haath kaise lagaa liya tunayy, aaj tereko bataata hu” (literally translates to ‘sister fucker, how dare you touch my car) and then he told me to come into the park since he knew I couldn’t run anywhere anyway. He wanted to have a duel to the death. He asked me what my problem was and I abused him and told him it was his fault. At the same time I started to write a text to my parents. He asked me if I thought my parents could save me. Apparently I was in some pretty deep shit. All the kids were his disciples or some shit because they seemed to be really brainwashed by the guy.

And then the weirdest thing happened. He took the kids and started beating the shit out of each one of them. I realised I could still live on some borrowed time and ran again. I faintly heard him calling out “Where will you run when there’s nowhere to go!”. In my heart, I knew he was right but I didn’t want to get beaten up and killed by some raving psychopath with a sick cult of kids. But then again, there was not much else I could do. No matter which street I turned to I found one or two of those kids of his cult. and every time hey saw me, they started to shout ‘THERE HE IS! THERE HE IS!’ ¬†again. It was scary to say the least, the weird freak looks on their faces. One of them was carrying a baseball bat too. I still kept running to no avail. Soon I turned into a deserted street. There was pin drop silence and there was absolutely nobody. I knew something was off again..

And then it got pitch black suddenly. All the lights just went out and I felt helpless as fuck. I couldn’t even run. You can’t run from Blackness. it’s just everywhere. It was pitch black for five minutes. and then I heard a light bulb turn on above me. I don’t remember there being light bulbs in the sky but apparently my nightmare had different rules. and then I saw the guy from the Alto walking slowly towards me saying ‘I told you. You just cannot escape no matter how hard you try. Futile, isn’t it?’

Black Out.

Just A Nightmare, it was. and a scary one, that. Never again, I wish