Rain Man

I will contradict myself in every way, to drive you in circles

and say these words, that mean nothing to me

Maybe I was wronged; flowers don’t grow from concrete

The hidden meanings, motivational phrases,

out of context.

 

So advanced, double-think, nervous laughter

Pedestrians; both figuratively and literally

Every step taken is supposed to leave blisters on feet this sore

Only the morally superior, will possibly observe dementia

as a two-way road to salvation

Just as the witness becomes the culprit

For not confessing

The day to day musings, suddenly fall to place

“I have plenty. Look, I can count as many fingers

as toes” said the ruler to his foes

“I’m left-handed, is that bad luck?” When a confident man becomes conceited

There’s no going back

“I… excuse me

sir

it wasn’t raining till you got here”

“Well, in that case,

umbrella for two?”

And just as I prayed for mud, the pavement was washed cleaned.

 

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Paper plane on a stone

Wouldn’t trade it for the world

I see a paper plane

sit on a stone, commonplace, nothing grand

made by an anonymous entity

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It doesn’t have propellers, not even an engine, not even a life

And yet,

with a single touch of wind,

spreads itself like a drop of water

expanded

on a flat surface.

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And yet, so delicately,

flip, flap,

flip

and

flap

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Whoever made it, wanted it to stay,

even without staying

For it was attached to the stone

with a string

That too,

about to lose itself, still hanging on

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And in a fine moment of detachment

to be in yet out of myself

into it

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I looked at it

like a ghost cat

looking at the world,

in the seconds it comes to contact with a sun

it avoided

‘Beautiful things don’t ask for attention’

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Telling time to stop

and retrospect

to its own

distraction of flight

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Takes a while

to stop time

Takes a while to notice something so small

For God’s sake

Forget the skies!

They’re carved onto your own fingerprints

and you still thought you noticed everything…

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Do you understand?

Do you?

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An ant struggles when it rains

Every drop, is a grenade

dropping all the burdens

the clouds carry for us

They speak all we couldn’t

‘Shhh’ let it be

let it carry you away

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Just know,

that liking rain

doesn’t mean

you’re evil,

It just means

that

it’s somebody else’s turn

to soak

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And come out clean

to their own idea of being

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Maybe one day the string

like clogged veins that cause a heart attack

will cry helpless

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But that day

its flight will come to recede

Trying to accept that it’s not

something to keep

Without the risk, of needing to speed

when it slows down

sticking

to a stone that watches it bleed