Rhyme Battles

Apparently during the worst of times I find it good to rhyme along with people.
Blog posts not so frequent 'cause exams

(Trebuchet- me, Bold, Akshaye)

Nothing really matters to me
I have seen my destiny
Not in the world not in my mind I am free
To all my enemies and friends I'm sorry
Into the world of death
Carry me
I drive you last into my lorry's
You do
And you see
The cow goes moo
And blue is the sea
This world is bland
Kinda useless
So is the food
I am but the hand
Of my mood


I taste the sea
In my pee
It feels like me
Tasted my sanity
It has rotted, it has died
The people the god all had lied
The mothers they cried
On death's chariot I ride
No place to hide
So I went
Yeah I went
Into the palace he dearly called his
A place of horror was this
But my life I will miss
Even if it was filled with piss
It had been long since I could feel even a kiss
So I told him to stop
And we stared
A little nervous, a little scared
There he stood behind his lair
Neigh said his mare
And my, he had no hair
That was the real scare
Blue eyes blue hat and brown skin
And with that physics defying grin
He lifted that bottle of gin
And threw it into a bin
"Tonight
We dine in hell"
Said that measly skel
Dine upon the droids that fell
The feast was grand but it felt mel
Goddarnit I said to my Dell
It hanged again like the King's Head
"Another Day"
"Another day  it wails
Oh the heavens oh the skies
In both the kingdoms the angel cries

This was a mistake

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 
 
 



  

The Hangar Messiah - #1 "Ranting On Thin Ice"

I'm annoyed on the topic of annoyance.
Ok, say everybody made a plan. You told 'em, no, the Daitya can't do it. The whole group somehow does it. But, little do you know, half of them actually made plans of their own to NOT do that.
 (Keep in mind- the act was something we could get punished for: No, the Daitya wasn't a coward but he knows what is possible and what is not)
So the other half completely forgets that I WAS THE GODDARN ONE WHO TRIED TO HELP THEM!
Guess what. The daitya got the BS end of it.
You're ready to do stuff. You say, alright, we can do this.
You're ready to help. But they don't want it. They "Don't fucking see it coming"
Alright. Alright. But don't fucking crap on your ready-to-be-saviour. (A Hangar Messiah, if you must)
Oh, but even if I did come, would you eat my soul out? Drink my blood and eat my flesh? (Sorry, for the offended religious people, but I had to do it)
Guess people don't fucking see it coming

I was there for you
But you turned your back
On an invitation
To your saving rack

You didn't heed thy warning
You went on ahead
But when it's time to get the scorning
Instead of the guilty, my name is said

I guess I'm ranting on thin ice
I guess the fault is really mine 
But now, I don't need to be nice
Don't care if we leave here dyin'

 A new bi-monthly series- Ranting On Thin Ice

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Crawl

Have you ever crawled,
Been on your knees?
Has your soul been mauled
Or just that you're heartless
To not listen to these pleas?

Have you ever felt helpless
Fell into the abyss
But got out you did nonetheless
All on your own

The abyss was lovely, dark and deep
And to it the promises you did keep
And it's profits you did reap
And into the madness you did creep
And lead the others unto it like sheep?

You can't help but cry
At all they did to you
But when the times comes to avenge
To find yourself not willing to

You're the Catcher in the Rye
You're the Greater Gatsby
You're the Silencer of the Lambs
And the shadow archetype
You've lived long, waited, long, resented long
Now you act
But you can't

You awoke like Lazarus, falling apart but ready to come back
You had beaten and broken until you had a crack
Yet at the end of it all
You didn't fall

You thought up a thousand different scenarios to beat them.
But every time, you fail to.

Hiatus for a month, bye

JustAnotheRandomGuy

It's A Little Funny

It's a little funny
How
Nobody ever asked how you did
But always expected the same in return
A little sad too
When that expectation turns to burn

It's not like I even was
Part of the machinery
Just a third wheel
A tasteless topping, a rotten cherry

Am I being antagonistic of myself?
Perhaps I'm not that bad
But when you fade from everyone's memory
You can't help but be sad

I don't even know
If they notice me anymore
A walking shadow
A soundless phantom

 Tell me now
At least then I won't be fooled by deceptions
Reap and sow
No exceptions

Am I that bad?
That I am not worth caring for?
To be left in the tomb to rot and rot
For whom does the bell toll?
For whom does the choir sing?
For whom do the wolves call?

 For whom does the bell toll?
The name called out is quite foreign
Perhaps cause' I never heard it called out before

For whom does the choir sing?
Melodies never belonged to me
Sing me a song of melancholy

For whom do the wolves call?
I always felt more like one of them
The woods never bothered me anyway

So, 
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Or will you leave me to be
An accidental friend, a blip in memory
A wrinkle in time, a sad stain
On the fabric of history
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Or will you let me be?
Singing a song of
Endless melancholy

It is unknown where I gathered such negativity. 

Nevertheless, it must be spread

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

A Certain Kind Of Sadness

I've been stupid, yes. I'm a loser, we admit it.
However, even dogs howl in remembrance.
We did have good days.
Yes we did.
I don't know if I posted this before or not, but here it is.

The Rantings Of A Lonely Night

The rantings of a lonely night

Ain't gonna stop at just a fright 

It wants to be understood

But you won't let it

Let it

Let it

LET IT!

He stops and stares at all those happy people

He fights back the tears in his eyes

He reminds himself, existence is futile

But always forgets that even the hero cries
And he was a fool till it cracked himself down

Well you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

The kind you suffer from even in withdrawal

You told yourself it'd never make sense

To try and reason with your consonance

But didn't the man find the penny, under the stile?

But you remind yourself of all the pain, it caused

Try to act like it never happened and shrug off the thoughts

But all that never worked all through

Guess your emotions just need a room

But you rant alone in the empty night

Not a soul to find not a hand to ho-o-o-old

Well at least if feels right 

Would've been better if it wasn't so cold

 Would've been a lot better if it wasn't so cold
All this pain made him feel so old

"Now and then I think of better times in the past

When your performance didn't kill your future

I always thought it was something, that I'd done

But you forced that work-based nature

But I don't want to live your way,
Fit into your little style of play
I thought I could let it go
But now it's about time I said no

You didn't need to push me so hard,

Try and break every bone

Well you pulled your last card

Now the deck's back into the zone"

Now you're just a stranger no matter how rough

But I ranted alone in the empty night

Not a soul I found not a hand to ho-o-o-old

Well at least it felt alright 

Would've been better if it wasn't so cold

 Would've been a lot better if it wasn't so cold
All this pain makes me feel so old 

The rantings of a lonely night

Has been there quite some time

They'll remember it for centuries

If I feel right, If I feel good

You've no right to be my jury

My last thing in life to say, would be.

Don't regret anything you do.

Cause in the end, it makes you who you are

Well. That was some tight shit.

Starting Feb 1 Blog updates to be tight.

Oh shit. Why am I talking to myself again?

 (Because you want precious audience back, Daitya. Don't worry, we misses the precious too.)

GOLLUM!

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Sick In A Ironic City

Hmm. A founded by Islamic-Origin city in which it's THIS hard to find anything made of meat, I don't think you'll find except for Ahmedabad.

Bah, who cares, I had a stomach bug, I didn't eat a lot.

Once again, I apologize, cause y'know, I DID say I would travel blog. Whatever,  the job eez done.

So, instead of happily gobbling away at the all-you-can-eat buffet, I spent a lot of my time on the bed. Worry not! I did makeup for it in the following day, and so, ok, here it is!

The Fortune Hotel-

The Earthen Oven is good. Nice good food, and it's North Indian selection is delicious. But I still don't see how that could be the best North Indian place. Anyway, it is a weird city, let it be

Their breakfast buffet is OKAY at the most. Good Lord, they can't even poach an egg properly! And the baked stuffed tomato, well, I'm not commenting. A negative review. Sheesh! Their Donuts weren't made very well, fried good but the icing flaked off. Only thing I felt was good was their Cold Cut selection. Boo! Next!

Of course we ate at Barbecue nation but yeah I'm too bored to review it.

As I said, I'm really sick, so what better than play golf, right?

Joking, the course hasn't opened up yet to the public, I just went in there and clicked some photos- Be sure to check it out on 31st Jan if you live in Ahmedabad and have a like for golfing! (Beverley, I think. I loved Hole 9).

So, yes. Tommorow we might be checking out the Revolving restaraunt, and then I'll get back to the emo blogger I was.

I....Can't....Even...Find...A...Kebab

JustAnotheRandomGuyInAhmedabad

 

Just Another Random Travel Blogger

JARTB.
Ah, well, after all this is a multipurpose blog, and nobody reads it anyway, except for the person reading it right now. Oh, Hi! You're one of the few people to do so, by the way! Take a seat, will you? Yes, people whoever reading this, we've been low on views, like all time. So, how about I post whatever the fuck I want to, yeah?

So, starting 7th January 12:00 Noon IST, I will be putting up travel updates every 16-20 hours. And we'll end on 10th or 9th. Cause, yeah, nobody cares.

So, do stay tuned, and we're going to review some restaurants as well. (Including the 5-star Fortune! It costs a fortune, yeah, but Deli it is.)

I used to just talk to myself. Now I blog as well.

JustAnotheRandomGuy