A Love to Die For
Arabian Crest is a city of dreams
And Once upon a time in the city of dreams
There was a hotel, by the sea side
In the city of Dreams
That hotel itself was a dream
To be in
Where years old billionaires
Crashed in, to discover pleasures
Outside world termed “disgraceful” and “dishonoring”
But those old billionaires had a lonely life
Earning money and respect,
Losing respect would be losing a lifetime’s worth
One day in that hotel,
Which was a dream
In the city of dreams
Came a billionaire
That hotel was a dream cuz
Its glass shined in moon,
And the tower stood like a
King in the city
Facing the sea,
Teasing the sea
For that dream touched the sky
And the sea, it just stayed there, and envied
In front of the great dream
On that evening, where 6 lights on the left
And red carpet next and next was another
6 lights on the right, behind that stood the
Dream, with the shape of a crown
A navy blue Cadillac Allanté stopped
Out of which stepped out a Billionaire
On that indigo evening, with 12 blue lights
A red carpet and a dreamy crown Hotel
Outlined with golden sparkles and tinsels
On that indigo pathway with red carpet
Walked the billionaire
Unusually handsome
Wearing a tuxedo
And a bright red necktie
The billionaire was made up
Of straight lines, and moved in
Straight lines,
The billionaire was here
For the first time
But walked as if this place
Was always familiar to him
The receptionist from far
Could guess, the guest
Would speak little
She had seen visitors like that
Before, perhaps she had seen
The world while she sat on the desk
For those many years,
But this one was slightly different
The receptionist sat on that desk
Beneath that creamy white roof with golden
Outlines and designs of birds of nature
Lightened by a bold chandelier
When that billionaire came inside
And displayed his card
Card said, Platinum and Neil
On maroon fiber, of which it was made
Receptionist knew,
This billionaire wouldn’t speak
She stood up, opened a notebook
Tore a receipt, with Platinum printed
In Edwardian, and Neil written in ink
And pointed him to the left
Where he could identify the board
Casino,
He entered and gave the receipt
To the attendant who led him to the counter
Who gave him chips worth Millions
And the attendant led him to a section
Said “Neil”
From there on, the gold was just the light
And space was simply the red.
From the chairs to the board,
To the roof to the desk
To the teasers who were dancing
Wore sparkling red,
It was joke to say they were wearing,
For whatever they were wearing,
Or whatever they were not,
But the dream was not a place for kids
Cuz inside a dream, people die and people
Survive by their choice, will and mentality
Life is a gamble, risk is the excitement
And defeat is the reason to live
In a place where shortcuts take over
Sweat, and sweat is an outcome of pleasure
Not hardwork, the billionaire, wasn’t the one
Amongst those who were there, people of his
Sorts, chose the pleasure they can buy,
And go out clean, yet this billionaire,
Was different, chose the risk,
As he did throughout his life
And took a place in front of
Ribbon, the billionaire of gamble,
Ribbon, the usually lucky
Ribbon, who won and lost lives
Cash and men, but never lost a gamble,
Ribbon, the owner of the dream
Losers sat in front of her, lost everything,
Including their honor,
Most of the times those who sat in front of her
were dishonored men, criminals and gangsters
Today, sat in front of her, a man
Who was once a kid on the street side,
Selling Hash and trash,
Till eternity lifted him,
From street side,
From selling trash, he started taking risks
He became a billionaire,
He became Kane, as they call him.
Today Kane took a seat in front of
Ribbon, inside a dream, where
People die or survive, based on their choice, will and mentality.
Ribbon looked up,
In that white light only
Thing, that shined was Kane’s face
Ribbon looked at Kane,
And she knew he isn’t here for
Gamble, every second loser comes for
Ribbon, knew that his eyes,
Needed what he wanted
For so many years
This dream, rules the city
Gamble is the ruler
Of this dream
And Ribbon, the ruler
Of gamble,
All other rich guys,
They come inside,
They enjoy and leave
But on certain faces,
It is written,
Sadness in capital
Because all the billions
They have aren’t useable,
In front of the white collared,
But, owning this gamble would
Mean owning this dream
And owning this city
Perhaps that’s why,
Ribbon was there,
The lucky bitch, as they say, to oversee
That nothing wrong happens
And this city,
Isn’t ruled by gamblers and risk takers
And gangsters
But today was different,
Kane, was a risk taker, lucky
And a billionaire, before the
Ribbon could reach
Where his opponent could
Sell his life, she had to
Cross chips worth millions of cash on board
Ribbon knew that only gamble
Wasn’t a right option to get rid of this
Rich bastard,
Ribbon, lit her cigarette,
Kane put his chips worth 500,000 on board
Ribbon, put 6
Table guy said game
Kane pulled cards
Ribbon pulled cards
Kane found a girl seducing him,
Kane enjoyed that sense of a girl and smiled
Girl started to move, but, Kane, stopped her
Kane sensed she might speak of his cards, directly or indirectly,
But what he missed was her black sunglasses
Shining and reflecting in light
Giving away his cards
To Ribbon,
Too damn obvious it was,
Kane would lose it,
Despite his great cards, and
Yet in that game of cards,
Ribbon played a bluff,
Kane had cards,
Still Kane lost and lost and lost
Despite having the luck and cards
That he could force Ribbon,
To put forth her life
On the table and lose it to
The billionaire
But Kane decided, that gamble wasn’t the right way
To make this dream his own
But the love for power
The love for being above the others
The love for being the big boss
Was a love to die for
And in the market of dreams and lives
Where life wasn’t the thing
That meant much,
Who lived, were the gods,
While humans, just exist and
Fools die, and being a God
Was the passion of those,
Who could afford being one
Kane was one of them,
And so was Ribbon,
But the dream over the years
Became too costly for anyone
Ribbon got it in legacy of its dreamer
And Kane couldn’t simply buy it,
He had to win it,
But as for now,
He was inside a dream,
That wasn’t his
And he had to play
By the rules of the dreamer if
He had to win it
Kane said Game Over
Ribbon Smiled
Kane stared at Ribbon,
Ribbon, obviously wasn’t her
Real name,
It was the name she got from the
Dreamer, A billionaire, many years back
Was old and lonely, he adopted a child
Fathered her, explained her that human beings would
In hunt for glory,
Forget having a life,
Thus, to sell small taste of life
Would be the best business of them all
He had a dream,
Which he turned into reality,
Over a period of time, that
Dream, became the life of
Many dreamers of the Arabian Crest
That child beautiful and delicate
Remembered always the importance of bonds,
Yet severe to tie together
All the strings,
As resilient as a ‘Ribbon’
As the Dreamer called her,
Became her reality
Yet those glossy Black
Eyes, and that innocent smile
Was something Kane missed
Throughout his life,
He stared and left his chair
After some time and started
To walk out
Ribbon asked, anything else
Kane replied with one word
And expressed, what he needed
He needed her
Ribbon smiled,
Left that place
Leaving gestures to
Be followed
And he followed
From Neil, to the gate of
The Casino
To the lobby of the hotel
To the pathway of the rooms
Crossing the receptionist
The receptionist,
She knew, winning
Ribbon, would be winning the Dream
And that only a man can do it
A man, man enough
She too knew what she was missing
She was missing love,
Which was denied in this dream
Yet, she knew that, if Ribbon dies
This dream would be left in hands of
Politicians, until she declares some one
To take it forward
And she hasn’t yet,
But she will
Very soon
Ribbon, took Kane inside the room,
The Room, gold, and light brown, and red bed
Candle lit chandelier, paintings, design, peacocks
And Nature, Not even a single piece of dust in the wrong place
Predictably perfect, rather, logically luxurious,
the dreamiest corner of the dream of the city of dreams
Ribbon phoned and ordered, the costliest champagne
The waiter, carried the champagne,
Went to the receptionist, for the
Slip, Ribbon had to sign,
Proof that drinks were not to be billed
Cuz the owner of the dream, ordered it
Receptionist gave him a booklet
He took the booklet inside Ribbon’s Room
Ribbon signed the slip, in the booklet,
Returned it to the waiter,
Waiter left the drinks, took the booklet,
Went to the receptionist,
Returned the booklet,
Receptionist opened the booklet,
Turned over the leaves,
Removed a carbon copy,
And drew out a sheet that declared,
Her as the next owner of the dream
Once upon a time,
The receptionist,
Went to an underground bar,
Far from anyone could discover
For it worked only in nights,
And it never had a name
Was a place for people
Looking for peace,
Yet avoiding discovery
Only those desperate for it
Could Find it, there
She discovered a rich man
The receptionist, the elegant, beautiful
Lively, yet lonely, in search of love,
From which she was with held
Found a Rich man, Handsome
Yet Lonely, not lively and reclusive
She danced, she was really lively that night,
The Rich guy just watched from a distance,
And his mind too was dancing,
Yet something kept him back
The receptionist had noticed the rich man,
And the sadness, she could empathize
It was easy for both to fall for each other
And that night and
And then nights followed,
Until one day she told the rich man
About her, and the dream,
And her own dreams,
And the man,
Who was madly in love
Instead of asking her to leave her
Dreams, joined her in her own dreams
Because sometimes, love is passionately strong
That love is a love to die for,
That was the day, the billionaire,
Stepped into a dream,
The dream,
The feel of it was different,
It was life,
Bright and sparkling,
Lively, happy, enjoyable
Something, he should own,
His mind, fickle minded mind
Fickle, he went inside Neil,
Sat in front of Ribbon,
The stern, smart, pretty
Ribbon
His mind fickle further
The innocent smile, the modesty, the honesty
The confidence, the happiness of Ribbon
The receptionist told him, he will not be able to defeat her
In Gambling,
But more than in gambling,
He lost his heart, all over again
His previous love was just,
A variety in his other plane life,
But this, this was truth,
He lost it,
He stood up return,
Leave it all in between
But Ribbon, knew how to tie all strings together
She could see sadness in his eyes,
Yet she was a businesswoman
The Dream would benefit from such visitors,
And she was, well attracted to Kane as well
Because of that sadness in his eyes,
Gentleness in his composure,
And the next thing she knew,
Was she was inside her executive room,
Serving a drink,
The Receptionist outside,
Was seeing that document
With her name written on it
As the next owner of the dream
She kept that document safe
And drew out a .45
After a drink or 2,
Kane spoke his heart,
That the booklet Ribbon signed,
Had a doc,
With his name as the next owner of the dream,
And He is now supposed to kill her
And that he didn’t want,
He wanted Ribbon,
The receptionist,
Walked down, the pathway,
Hoping, Kane must have completed his task
And one thing remains,
End Kane
She opened the dream’s
Most luxurious room’s door,
And Silence…….
In cold silence, she fell senseless
Only to be shot down by
Guilt ridden Kane, who shot
With a gun, which didn’t make noise
And started weeping, looked at the
Receptionist, who once he thought
Would be a love to die for,
And
BAM!!!!!
Kane’s head burst open, with red
As Ribbon’s gun exude smoke
As a suppressed cigar
Cuz his fickle minded, unstable
Love, was not
A love to die for.
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