The stupid man walked on the stupid road,
looked around aimlessly wondering how stupid the world was!!
Stupidity of which struck him in the eye and the mind alike..
But so stupid were his powers and objectives that he could do little!
He walked ahead in the purpossless blazing Sun,
Wind whipping the stupid dust purposslessly about his face,
With every footstep taking him purposslessly towards the other end of the road.
He looked at his potbelly which had protruded beyond his body making him look more stupid.
He recalled the misery that awaited at the end of the road which would start the moment he reached the house
The silly children asking for the money he didn’t have
The silly habit of his which had made a rich man like him into a street dweller;
The stupid habit to risk everything he had which now seem so very purpossless
The stupid horse that ran aimlessly round and round without realizing its stupid act
Had the stupid ability to turn a rich man into a poor and the viceversa
Once in a while he could feel the stupid horse smile sarcastically before it decides to run his doom and he had this sarcastic smile on himself when he felt his OCD eat him.
As he opened the door of his silly house he saw his kids running towards him as he expected with hopes of a cookie or two, fighting amongst themselves
But he has nothing much to give, apart from the last penny which was not worthy of gamble
He looked at the shabby house and his wife who sat in the kitchen without a sound
Somehow they all knew the reality now they didn’t ask anything he couldn’t answer
The stupid world continued to rotate without a visible button to pause.
Another day ends and another begins, stars and sun - rise and fall
‘Tears or laughter come and go, what is the purpose of my life or my stupid gambling desire
Do I like to see my loved ones unhappy? What is the mystery of this world which doesn’t run on my logic?," thought he.
The wind blew the door wide open, carrying the dust, sand into the house, taking with it, through the kitchen window, every cry, every emotion, leaving all equally and uniformly bland. The stupid wind was a regular guest in the house, moving in and out, as a shameless intruder, leaving the stupid man wondering whether the emotions belonged to him or the blowing wind.
25-02-09
aSHWIN
