Rachel, did you not slap me in the face every now and then?: A poem 

Rachel, did you not slap my face, 

when I let you know that 

I wanted to use my gun against Spiderman? 

I couldn’t even ask Batman for help, 

because Spiderman would morph into Batman? 

So, I just waited, even if not with bated breath, 

demeaning myself for you, in between the two of them, 

being the SuperGod, draping my convictions with the futility 

of your blindfolds, and who else’s, 

who wants his desperate lease of life, at the cost of my defeat! 

Would you want to slap me time and again 

every time I refuse to let any evil borrow my time? 

I have been an origination that is rendered stone 

by being stoned to death all the time. 

I am just a sublimation, like a largesse 

from being the smallest seed-particle, if you please! 

Would you always think that I should forgo, 

because of the immensity of my love for you 

even though you and whatever is mine 

then should and will never be mine? 

Because I should believe that there is no iota of truth 

in the truth that my iota was the substance of, and contained, the everything!