The Ghost Of Changkat.

"How do you write, Angus?"

"Can I tell you in bed?"

"You have to buy me drink for that. Same drink you're drinking now."

"Sure."

The bartender handed us our drinks.

"Cheers!"

The drink keeps on coming.

"Make me drunk, Angus."

"You're already drunk, my dear."

"Take me home."

"I don't have a home. There's no home for the broken heart."

"Come home with me. I'll show you my bed."

"That, my dear, can be my my home tonight."

She wore love. Ass perfectly sized. Boobs so fine I can't even let off my tongue on. And that pair of legs she has, men would die longing for that.

"So, tell me how do you write, Angus?"

I didn't have a chance to answer. We were so busy making love. Until sunrise. I got up at two, she was still asleep. So, I got dressed, went down her apartment and hailed a cab.

That was the last time I ever seen her around.

Timelessness Of Idling.

"Sit and stare
but nothing came
out. Breathing and
puffing but nothing
ever turns out
right. You're losing
your anonymity.
You're losing touch.
The world became
your enemy. Slowly,
you wish to turn
back time. But, time
was never on any man's
side. It's slow, when
you want it fast. It goes
speeding when you need it
to slow down. Life goes on,
you read somewhere on the
billboard on the boulevard.
Life does go on. And yours,
is moving slowly towards
death. You know that you
want it fast. But, you won't
win. 'Coz time was never
on any man's side."

Time is the ravager responsible for the downfall of men’s lives.

"Follow your timeline, and you shall be fine."

Spread It Like A Wing.

"Spread your legs. That's all I'm asking."

Dream.

"Dreaming is easy, all you need is sleep. Well, that's the hardest part."

Nothing.

"I have nothing
in my pocket,
therefore I am
nothing.
I had no feeling
that I could someday
turn out
to be someone.
No, not a slightest
feel. In fact,
I am here, feeling
nothing."

The Art Of Losing.

"I had lost at the table today,
yesterday and the day before.
It wasn't much, for me it was worth
gambling. You'll never win
even if you went all out.
I never won. I lose,
everytime. But, that didn't
stop me from going to the game,
day in day out.
I would die if I don't go there.
I would die if I don't go out.
I would die if I stay in.
I would die if I don't drink.
I would die of hunger and starvation.
I would die of not having enough money
to gamble again.
Gamble! Gamble! Gamble!
Throw everything in.
Throw your dignity in.
Throw them what they want.
Throw it all at hundred to one.
You might not win, but
you won't lose either.
You won't lose 'coz you're dying.
You won't lose 'coz you don't have anything.
You won't lose 'coz you're going to die.
Sooner or later, I'll die.
Dead. Cold like a frozen chicken.
The best thing about death
is you lose everything.
The best thing about life
is to lose everything.
The best day of your life
is the day you had lost
everything."