Thin and healthy, fly all over the night-sky,
With Hercules, Herman, Aesculapius, Zeus,
And many other self-proclaimed gods -
that you dare not insult (or even talk of).
Dark forces are always out of your sight.
They try to grasp you, and they just might
The white witch of east terrorizes the land far away out of range,
So far that you hear not even the loudest groan of any deranged,
Any of her victims unsuspecting
Merciless, waiting, expecting
Time comes, mostly on time,
Yells at you - says "Thinking is a crime"
That the orders here are what will get you through the decades,
That in such a test, things that should really matter are the grades.
It is another decade in heaven -
A heaven that you don't want to be in...
A heaven you are in just so that you can show -
How water appears,
How water is created when you boil the snow.
And - how easy it is to rule the land -
How absolute it is to have the upper hand.
And even though you succeed, the loss is yours,
For, deep inside, you don't want to belong to those Gods.
You just want to vanish.
But, there is a force,
A tiny force that pulls you again,
And cripples you within, doesn't let you regain
A fairy with thin lashy brows,
And, you fall for whatever fake dreams she shows,
And, you stay.
But at the end,
After more than a decade on heaven,
And, even if it's two seconds until you're back again,
You return back to earth.
And you realize that you'd rather be on hell.
You're surrounded by people all around,
And, you laugh so loud you don't hear your own sound.
They are those you know so well that whatever they show,
Is, in your mind, just how it was supposed to go.
And, they know you well, as well.
And, now you start dreaming once more,
The tears of joy heals every cuts and sores.
Here - judgments aren't made,
And, the lips speak exactly what is said.
your demands aren't always met,
But this much you can tell - They're felt.
An aroma of pleasure, sheer happiness is on the air,
Alien emotions persists - even the ones you never knew were there.
And, the smile you had been faking this whole time,
It doesn't change. It only gets more real, more sublime.
The emotions you'd masked, now are true,
The smile is not just a part of your face, but your soul - You.
But,
These 2 seconds aren't going to last,
They will end soon very fast.
And, you'll be there for another decade or more even,
Just smile when you know it was all given.Someday, maybe, just maybe, it is going to fade,
And, you'll start believing in what you're told,
And - what is said.
Soon.
But, when it does you will either be a part of the elites,
Or, you won't be.
There is nothing at the end of tunnel so bright,
You can never be happy.
Is there any scar across your heart?
Or is it all covered in dirt?
The answer is never clear.
it is never there.
- Prashanta Ojha
