What a monstrosity!
A dark shadow envisages the mid-day sky

Gravity of thoughts is lubricated.
This is the beginning of the end
A sense of insult and infirmity hoots!

The shadow deepens
Fire-fleas get resonant
Nasty Ganga-water effervesces
An odour of mistrust falls back in place
As you think to discover, to unveil, to go beyond the limits

The shadow like Imperial Ruler Turns the table on you.

The shadow silhouettes against a Helpless and shameless sky
The chasm of thoughts is fed with Some “deus ex machina”*
I feel like getting spaghettified near a Black Hole**.
The poltergeist wins!

* “deus ex machina”, God out of Machine in Greek Tragedies or Divine Intervention in the mortal life

** "spaghettified near a Black Hole"-According to Astrophysics, a Black Hole has Event Horizon or ‘the point of no return’ from which even light cannot escape. Anything approaches this point gets squeezed like paste (scientists call it 'Spaghettification') before falling into the dark hole and lost forever.

BDST: 2107 HRS, JAN 17, 2016
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