You know, the pot of lexicon shattered
around me like a window pane hit by
a cudgel; and I ran out of words, even the
words I borrowed from my very heavy
Dictionary. Like I like to flip pages to figure
out my obsoleteness. I feel like a thingamajig
against a mountain wall, as if the student
attended all the lectures, but still failed to
understand. And you can go to all the
Universities and temples and never remember
the First Word, even with all your substantial learning!
Even if it fell on your rooftop, you forgot to
reach out to it because you were smug in your
mundane discourse besides the heating, not realising that
everything you believe in is a `Man’orama, precisely
carved out to etch your mind. You can blame the person
behind the rise in gasoline prices, but you can’t figure
out his goodness for trying to save your soul! Because you
have sold yourself too far to the evil to retract! Now,
you want to believe in the bounteousness of sin;
Look! Let the righteousness be going…going…gone!
I am just a tragedy-comedy of my own wits of
patience and restraint and forbearance! If all the heroes
could be losers, and all the villains could be heroes, you all
wrote that script yourselves by the hand of evil! Don’t prefer
to blame God! You thought you could sweep his truths under
the carpets, or best out of your lounge, to keep your home safe,
albeit infiltrated and infested! But let me tell you, you gullible fools,
I hate everything where you were groomed (by the wickedness) to belong!…
Everything that you put a price on….all that obscene rot!
