The battle

I, With my chin up, upholding my poise,
He takes his position with his weapon of choice.

I surrender meekly as I wanna survive,
Just hoping somehow I'll come out alive.

I close my eyes as he makes his move first,
I realise being a man is really a curse.

With a swish the merciless steel cuts through my skin,
Blood gushes out to see who committed this sin.

He smiles cheekily at me as I stare, my eyes grave,
He lunges forward and dabs a little after-shave!

Now wasn't that a close shave? LITERALLY!

Brandz

• Nokia
• Lauret
• Oral B
• Close up
• Old Spice
• Gilette
• Dove
• Pepe Jeans
• Peter England
• Nokia
• Kelloggs
• Happy Dent
• Reebok
• Bajaj Pulsar
• Cello
• HP
• BSNL Dataone
• HP
• Bajaj Pulsar
• Sony
• Transcend
• Creative
• Oral B
• Close up
• Kurl-on

Well these are usually the brands that I use from the start to end of my day. Hey this could be turned into a tag!

Return...

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Jeff read and re-read the paper again. His father had been a shrewd conman all his life. Not to forget a filthy rich conman who never had been caught. But he would never betray his only son. They were mates for life. And now that his father was dying, Jeff wanted to make sure he didn't miss out on anything. He personally took care of him and even paid for the lavish funeral. In return while counting his last breaths, his father handed him a cheque with an amount that left Jeff's mouth involuntarily open. What further shocked him was when the bank sent a memo that read...

 "Cheque Returned due to insufficient funds."

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The Smile

He looked at the crippled guy standing alongside at the railway station and a number of thoughts flashed across his mind. He smiled as he thanked god for giving him everything perfect. But the smile vanished at the sight of the arriving train. He looked at the suffocating mob of people and planned his strategy to rush in. This time the crippled smiled as he easily climbed the empty handicap compartment.

Burning...

He felt the club was his home


He'd be there all the time


Loafing around with friends


Drinking to the last dime.






One day she came in with her sultry swagger


He soon lost his sense


Her presence oozed with attitude


That seemed to make him tense






Oh his eyes burned... Burned like fire






She threw a quick glance around


Maybe something of interest she found


His eyes begged for her attention


But sadly there was no mention.






Oh his eyes burned, burned with desire






He decided it was now or never


He'd do anything whatsoever


Gathering his courage he went up to dance


Flooring her on the floor was his only chance






Oh his eyes burned, burned with pure lust






She was a dirty dancer


She surely knew her moves


He was going crazy


Doing the musical grooves






She started for the exit


He didn't know what was next


Its best to follow her out


Maybe that was what was best?






She walked through the dark alley


Without a sight behind


He thought she's playing a game


Damn she looked so fine






Oh his eyes were burning, burning with hunger






He took a deep breath and tried to grab her hand


She looked into his eyes trying make him understand


He clenched it and pulled her towards him


That was when she reached into her purse and...






Oh his eyes were burning... Just burning!