GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 196

Ever tried to put your hands in water/And capture fish with your bare hands?/It slipped out of my hand as though a/fish would wriggle itself out of the clench of your wrist/Ever tried to hold millions/and millions of grains of sand in your bare hands?/It slipped out of my hand as though/hot sun-bathed grains of sand would slide/ out of the tiny gaps between your fingers/Ever tried to slide a thin thread into the eye of a needle?/It slipped out of my hand as though/the thread missed its chance yet another time to enter the needle/I have been pronounced as the unlucky child of the universe/full of black holes that hold countless rays of light/ in indefinite hostage. And just like that/I rolled back overnight/Into being that erratic, insanely angry and crying child/which I left behind/in the secluded corners of my school's premises/just like that/I rolled back overnight/into being that agnostic profane abuser of gods/committing unspeakable blasphemy of/packing all the prayers/in a plastic bag/and flushing them down the drain/just like that/I rolled back overnight/into being that extremely stoic person/incapable of telling between pleasure and pain/just like that/I rolled back overnight/into being that teenager obsessing over change/made a crushed ball out of beliefs/good/bad/karma/and threw it out of the 196