(This seems rather representational, I don’t know why. Well who knows about such intricacies anyway! I for one sure don’t!)
I
Everything was as usual. My tummy had some drink and my lungs had some smoke.
Not that it was of any importance……
May be to her, she had spread herself on bed and I was not feeling anything
I had something that was not working.
Not that it was of any importance……..
The fan was howling
And her thighs were wet; I had just risen from there. I could see the nice fluffy part weaving the cosmos.
Not that it was of any importance. ……..
My bare ass was itching for the last half an hour. I had placed it on her silk shawl by chance
And yes it clawed and tore at my skin
Not that it was of any importance……..
My hands had played to scratch at it, they tried get to it unnoticed
And I would have none of that.
Not that it’s of any importance…….
The windows had no curtains, neither were they shut
It was none of your misty mornings; everything was clear.
Not that it was of any importance………..
Well may be to them who were passing
And noticing
And feeling something coursing through them like Hottentots….
Not that it was of any importance………..
II
Something/someone was clawing at the door
It could be her mother
Or a friend of mine
Not that it matters……..
She was chewing pan and slowly reaching for a spittoon
And I could see the fine line of her spine
She spat long and came up saying:
Are you done?
Not that it matters………..
I bellowed at her.
Did the windows ever have panes?
She laughed and tied her hair at the back.
That could be an answer?
Not that it matters…………
She turning, again was asking
You done?
Not that it matters…………
III
‘Police’ said a rattling voice
There were loud thuds on the door
Someone cried, something fell and a cat was mewing somewhere
Not that it was important……..
She seemed frightened
And rose from the bed all lithe and lovely, like a deer alarmed
I had come alive
Not that it was important……..
‘Jump out of the window, now’ she hissed
I grabbed her, wasn’t she in some danger?
She was surprised and it became as love in her eyes
Not that it was important……..
She led me to the window, wrapping me in bed-spread,
Clinging on to me as if for dear life
Not that it was important……..
The thuds now came loud with rough voices
Open up you (un-callable, unimaginable, unusable)
Not that it was important……..
She pushed me off, lightly brushing her pale breasts to my cheeks
They smelt of Vaseline
Not that it was important……..
IV
I came out of the trance
The middle of night was falling around me
And a soft breeze was mopping my sweat away.
I laughed.
(What does it matter to the world ………?)
No sigh escaped out of me
No pain I felt
Compassion there was nil
I was all bliss and joy (Oh the bliss, the bliss of being unconnected to everything ugly! Oh the sheer joy of being pure and pristine!)
Was I exultant? Or Jubilant, or Euphoric?
(What does it matter to the world ………?)
I rose and roared
I have had Nirvana
I am liberated, I have become the Buddha
I am free; I have been to hell and back
(What does it matter to the world ………?)
Stretching sweetly, I looked over the parapet into the dark alleyway beyond
Was there a grappling sound?
Was someone panting in the shades?
Did I hear a faint scream?
Pshaw, this is the nice neighborhood, I chided myself.
I smiled contentedly, reassured to my heart of hearts.
(What does it matter to the world ………?)
I descended leisurely into my heaven on earth,
To my to-do’s and what not to do’s
I never felt happier in life
I murmured as I went down the stairs
“This is the nice neighborhood …… Oh yes this is the nice…... and I have been enlightened!”
(What does it matter to the world ………?)
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