(This is not a pathetic attempt at poetry, it is by no means poetry, so please don't treat it so - just prose and very disjointed one at that - provoked by mind-numbing pills over the last two days, and the indefatigable knowledge that in between our much-awaited distractions, life plays itself out somewhere).

And I teeter-totter

on the brink of

resurrection and distraction

playing it by ear

sometimes

apathetically pathetic

more often

pathetically apathetic

Yet we learn somehow

to discover

symmetry in madness

we discover

we’d be lucky

if we found

some intersecting

wedges

overlapping into one another,

trespassing private spaces,

unions are passé

reference to context

died long back.

We learn to vanquish

ever-present demons inside our leaky heads

with just a thought

(now, why didn’t I think of that before??)

or like the easy way out

we numb them into listless consciousness

with just a little blue pill.

While we wait…and wait

Which is it, I ask

conceptual clarity

or contextual familiarity

neither I say.

neither, you echo

and we both exchange a sad resigned smile

Madness loves company too

so does loneliness…

(After-thought: I already made the grade in the Banana Pundit’s esteemed list of GPA-toppers, I doubt I can top my own performance, but I am trying, I am trying!).