A_rhythm_etic: ding3

1: Hey, I want you to come with me to the orphanage today.
2: Why?
1: These are kids who have lost everything very early in their life.I want them to see you and get inspired.I want them to feel confident about themselves again.
2: Wow, of course I will come then.You want me to prepare something to speak to them about?
1: Er, no...just showing up is enough. I want them to see how worse they could have been and how better off they actually are..!!!
2: What the...!

A_rhythm_etic: ding2

2: I heard dad and mum talking about your marriage yesterday.
1: You did? What were they saying?
2: That its hopeless to wait for you to find a girl on your own.
1: eh?
2: They were hoping they wouldn't have to spend money on your marriage.They were hoping you would elope and spare them the trouble.
1: What money? Am the groom. We boy's families have it easy. Boys never have to pay money to get married.
2: Not when they are as ugly as you.
1: What the...!

A_rhythm_etic: ding1

1: My manager told me i was the tiger in our project.
2: fearless?
1: noo...
2: elegant?
1: no..
2: aggressive?
1: no.
2: strong and reliable?
1: heck no...
2: then what?

1: Nowhere to be seen!!! : )

A_rhythm_etic

Hey just thought i would start writing a strip...its an idea i had been toying with for some time now..I recently got inspired by someone in Infyblogs and thats when i decided to go ahead with it.

characters:
1 and 2...they are brothers...not the karan arjun or ram-lakhan kind...they practically hate each other..but still need each other to humiliate, hurt and treat like dirt... : )

The color of red

My mind is a swarm of bees
Buzzing with evil I create
A thousand emotions and feels
Full of anger, wrath and hate.

I seek a way out
To release this demon
becoming more distraught
in my bid to get freedom.

I shake my fist at each new sun
Each time rocked by new rage
Never really having reason
My devil inside, coming of age.

Eyes closed, the world a blur,
I see shades of red,
Drowning in crimson color,
entering the world I dread.

I lash out at loved ones
Make them hurt, and cry
Obeying subterranean summons
I neither know nor understand why.

I trod down dark steps
Messed up, acting as evil
I reach cruel depths
Blunder through free will

Am drowning in my anger
Lacking will to live
I cringe at happiness or
Distort it as I believe.


Forsaken, in my belief,
Forsaken, that is my only relief.