Friday 29 April 2016

Faustian Frustration

             Brutally depriving me of my prerogative to slumber which is coarser than somnambulism, the rugged beauty of the night shouts at me inflicting an injurious ecstasy upon me which gets supernaturalised from my eyes. The traumatic eyebrows feel like shutting off the senses but in vain. Rapidly functioning incessant strokes of my fuzzy brain outpour streams of fluidic emotions. The half-burnt fire keeps lingering throughout stealthily slithering into the neurotic fluids. The oxygenated blood inside gets polluted by the mutilations in air. 

            The revolving blades of the fan aspire to fly like a shooting star. However, they cannot as they are confined to their roots by the supreme source of mechanical energy. Both the fan and the shooting star possess energy but one lacks Gregorian energy while the other wants the nuances of nano technology. Faustian power that facilitates travelling places is marginalized due to monetary fluctuations while the knock (s) on the door on the other hand keeps accentuating its multilateral impact.

           The hair keeps twitching like an unruly soul. The attitudinal sensations now seem to be overflowing from the glass-mug after being betrayed by the ceramic. Sensitivity, absurdity of marijuana floats in the air while a pair of human noses fart the air out at a close proximity. The flashlight keeps getting dimmer simmering in the ocean of frustration while the unholy fingers keep caressing the butt accompanied by clanking of the spiritual bangle on the bed stead. 


           In the meantime, a sleepy shadow emerges from the dark in this dreamy world of sleeplessness. Poetic justice should now see the light of the day. The case should now rest at the court of the Oscar and the door be firmly locked. Beware the incoherence of the coherent flow of thoughts sealed with the haunting blood of a cute canine transposed from that plain night of internal savagery

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