Who needs drugs?

Do you get amused by the amount of stupid people around you at any given point of time? I do, very amused. Every morning when I wake up and walk out of my home there are new stupid people around me doing newer stupider things. After a lot of thinking and research I have concluded my theory of the reasons of stupidity in human beings.

 

The society as we all know is based on defying all the rules of nature. One more such incident is over-protection of the offspring by the parents. When a tigress has a litter it is extremely rare that more than 2 cubs will survive. The reason the other don’t survive is because they are not fit enough to live in this world. (Sometimes of course they get plain lucky!) In case of humans the parents and the society make sure that the offspring survives. No matter how unfit or unworthy of existing.

 

That is the reason why we are surrounded by so many unfit/stupid people. These people should have died when they were 3-4 days old, maybe eaten up by a cat or swallowed by a snake, but they have been protected and made to live.

It all fades away slowly,

Like memories, distant and vague,

Hidden behind the dense clouds and fog.

It all goes, slithering away from him.

The smoke, the buildings,

Stinking bars and wild orphans, like him.

Running after cars and swallowing smoke,

Falling down and just lying there, waiting.

 

He feels it detaching, like hooks on the back.

Ripping the skin. The threads stretching.

Blood. Pain. Why?

From lifelessness to life is it painful?

They all are. Dreams and fantasies.

Just pain. For what?

Leaving the dead behind?

 

The wet road glittering. Is it Sinai?

Green breasts of the mother rising up.

To the sky.

The ghost of the roads. Never stopping.

Never moving. A daze. Traffic.

Black pearls on her green breast.

Breathless him. Should I embrace her?

Fear of perverting the mother.

Purity. The breast, always washed.

River and clean waters.

From where? To where?

Like him, maybe.

They purify he perverts.

 

A virgin by the road.

Playing one moment.

Run over the other.

15 days old maybe.

Playful, big eyes.

Now painting the glittering road. Now red.

The mother. Madness in her eyes.

Helpless. Who?

Looks at the ghost. You. All of you.

Accusing eyes. Bark. Howl.

Rolls over in pain.

Disbelief. Disowning the truth.

Was here a moment ago, feeding from my breast.

Can’t!

You. And you. All!

 

What good is death with no blood?

Ran over again.

The virgin’s body, blood oozing.

What good is to cry?

Did he? Really? Murder!! Murder!

Maybe.

 

Perverseness. Road. Rivers. Factories.

Judas. Noah. Truth. Chocolates.

Ice cold sounds. Valley. Oil.

Dead fishes. Whiskey. Rhymes. Advertisement.

Hatred. Love. Living meat. Soil.

Clouds. Ash. Window.

Her breasts. The pearls. Squirming truth.

Shame. Stone. Those who die.

The virgin. The rapist.

The mother. The killer.

 

I am all or nothing.

 

 

The ghost. He walks.

By the window, a girl

Dancing in a drunken daze

To soft music and the sound of a river

He walks in the rains.

Why?

Tears? Love? Lost?

Walking down the stairs of wilderness

Thinking? Praying? God?

Isn’t it time yet?

Burn the reason? The choice? He asks.

In a whisper, too loud. The toad calls.

Too profane you are.

 

Young couples drowning.

Look at him. Wanting to believe ghosts don’t exist.

Ideal world this is. Happiness and love.

No we don’t see ghosts, they are ugly and washed!

Drinking from each others eyes.

Laughter. Mocking.

Aren’t you dead yet?

We wish you were.

The girl with crimson eyes giggles.

The giggles float in the air,

Piercing the ghost’s skin.

Blood? Wax? What oozes out?

 

Swaying to songs of lust and lost love.

She asks with innocence “Do you still?”

 

I cant. Choices. Reason. I can’t.

I don’t want.

Not a master, always a slave.

Tell me, don’t ask.

To be true or to lie?

Love or not to love?

Isn’t it enough?

I lived through it he says.

Chose death. Last choice you said.

Liar!

I died. Then why the reason?

Broke your promise. Judas on the cross.

Rs. 900 for a night she says.

Is it too much for OTC resurrection?