It’s pouring now—
A symphony of
Ears are drowning melodies—
All my frozen thoughts
I am melting to it,
A drowned lake.
They lived happily afterwards
The prince turned into an ugly toad by a scheming witch. The imprisoned princess who Abracadabras the witch by a secret spell and transforms the toad into a handsome Prince.
Sad to say I lament that I can’t fling my imagination and join with characters as I did in my childhood; I have grown older and sadder.
March the 14th is my birthday. So is Einstein and Amir Khan, the Indian Bollywood star. People remark: ‘so you and their birthdays match. Yet you have reached nowhere. You are a non entity.’ I smile and my eyes twinkle. Yes, there’s something about me that’s pathetic.
They were all out on the road carrying a huge float of a phallus inserted in the (yoni)—the cunt. Most of them were merry making and inebriated. They were shouting obscenities to please their God. They started blocking the way and I got stuck. I wonder what pleasure they get. I dreamt of intercourse with my significant other. I dreamt of having a quiet drink and relaxing.
I was sitting in the psychiatric clinic. Beside me were a girl and her family. The girl was apparently not well. She kept pacing up and down the corridor muttering something illegible. Her parents shouted at her asking her to sit down. When she did not consent, one of the relatives gave her a thrashing. I thought, what a bastard; he doesn’t know to deal well with a mentally sick person. The poor girl started weeping.