Nothing but Sense

 

 

Oh, this is how I walk

Just like this

This steady, this good, this handsome…..

Isn’t it cute?

And

Ain’t I the thing now!

 

 

 

Now tell me,

Can you find a ‘singular’ fault with it?

Look high and low

Look left and right, top and bottom

In and out

Isn’t it a sight to see?

My walk I mean?

 

 

 

( What!

Nonnonno,

God

That’s just a sthupid rumor

I don’t talk nonsense

Who said so?

Lemme tell ya,

They are totally, wholly, unilaterally sthupid

 

 

 

As an aside,

 What the hell is this thing called nonsense?

Never made its acquaintance before

It’s some sort of sense isn’t it?

(See how bright I am!)

And they say-

There are even things called the past and present senses! Man!

Now that I remember,

There is one called the future sense too!

 

I do them too

On the side lines of course

Who has the time to do all the senses

All the time!)

 

 

 

You know, talking of the world all the time

Makes us forget about our own selves

Now tell me,

What’s our binary duty (or is it primary?)

It’s to ourselves, isn’t it?

And, God I am philanthropically inclined too

(That one, whoa! That one, boy,

Is one incline that is tough!)

 

 

 

Everything is a little perambulatory today

Oh is it circulatory?

Oh whatever!

Just think!

How do we communicate with each other?

Have you any ideas?

Hmm, you see,

I need to talk my walk

What a fix!

 

 

 Shift

Strange,

When someone looks up

The sky hasn’t changed

The sea hasn’t changed

The rocks, the trees, the snails

And the birds haven’t changed

 

Only the mind has changed

The angle has changed.

 

Odd still, as somebody sleeps

The dreams are still there

Fears are yet severe

More the nightmares

 

Only the view seems different

The sights are no more awry!