Relegation of the savage is subtle
his reaction surer
the subtlety is but two discrete steps removed from the surety.
The neurosis is refined
the fallout crude
the crudeness connected by two concrete dots to the nuance.
Letting light of day unveil the misty spots can heal the hurt
Scribbling dribbling, almost anything that
– a sculpted wish may wish
– a transformed deity coming home will weigh on scales of the original injustice that separated it all
– the ministry of magic will gurgle ‘bata teri raza kya hai?’ while looking up a forlorn dictionary
– will nuzzle the ooozlemots and pratinchoots to form a distinct cohort of misanthropes, and then dance to emblemify nothing
– will choke the ‘gata rahe mera dil’ in its first footstep, and the forlorn dictionary is put back where it belongs
– will force the coagulated anxieties that prefix the beginning of day to dissipate themselves in the tiniest of orgified b-complexes
– with the moral turpitude of an organogram outwit the phalanxes and the rabid nurses that carry your message of care to the other side.
– will create semblance, correspondence, one-on-one mappings, and then step outside for a luxuriated pillow-less air massage.
– gives cause to concern, depth to the unloved, parch to the submerged in mire.