Takeover

It’s awhirl inside my head. The hormones are buzzing and I can almost feel it. Like my poky finger reaches inside the fuzz of soft cotton that my body has degenerated into, to feel the buzz, the movement and the violence inside.

As for my head, it has gone into standby mode. Sulking over the activity that the rest of the body has gone into overdrive over, the head says, “This is it! I hang.” And it does it with a vengeance.

The head pounds, the heart is pumping away, sending more than its share into the top storey. There is nothing I can do, but hold the head, moan a bit and then, resignedly sink back into the chair, wishing it were a soft mattress with a pillow and a comforter. But wishes are not horses and I have not yet learned to ride.

Meanwhile, the body is enjoying the trip – gleefully weaving its superiority over all things cerebral. There are parts of it that painfully throb; others seem woefully inadequate to bear the insidious trauma. The body is laughing all the way, like it’s got a free trip to the amusement park.

“I feel sick,” I tell the family. Members look up consideringly. I must be looking okay for they tell me in various ways, to chill and relax. “I don’t feel good,” I reiterate. I know now that the brain has absolutely no powers since somewhere, the nerves have gotten tangled and there are absolutely no verbal cues. The same words resound round and round and suddenly, I crave for oblivion. A drink. A sleeping pill. Anything that will stop this takeover.

Life is a joke

Life is a joke, actually, it IS a joke.
Someone is laughing up there,
Because we are taking it a bit too seriously down here.

There is something to be said about the laugh,
It loosens up your face,
And relaxes your body and mind.
But let’s not get too hysterical about it. Really.

Life is a joke. Actually it is one big laugh fest.
If you look too closely, it unravels
Into a comedy that could beat Mr. Bean.
Or the crazy boys.

Fools rush in…

…where angels fear to tread.
Fools are dangerous and not nice to know.
Fools rarely discern what they need to know.

Fools pontificate on issues they know not,
Fools dive in where the waters are hot,
Fools take the victory of the world upon themselves,
Yet rarely does the fool get recognised.

These anti-angels make up most men,
They make our world and foolish it often.
I fear the fool more than I do the villain,
For after all, the villainy has a point
Foolishness never does!

None

Bish, we all live in a surreal world.
We are all jokers with painted faces.
We laugh, we cry, we show ennui.
Is there anything we do for real?

Bish, the virtual world has become real.
It has shown us that everything is maya,
We live, we struggle, we emote, we die.
And then, like the green bottles on the wall,
We become None.

Theatre of the Absurd

Hold a mirror and look into it,
Chances are, you will not see
The Theatre of the Absurd,
Unfolding in front of you.

Hold a mirror and turn it around,
Chances are, you will see
The Theatre of the Absurd,
Unfolding in front of you.

Big men, small men, bite-sized men,
All swelling king-size till kingdom come.
Big women, small women, bite-sized women,
All swelling till their work is done.

This is one theatre you cannot laugh at,
Laugh with or laugh out aloud.
For you are in there, victim or perpetrator,
Hey, do you really, really care?