The Auction of Human Mind

The gravitational wind sheltered in the hair,

Dismantles the skull,

Then blows inside,

Slowly…..

And slowly…..

The motor nerves watch all the scene.

“Did it stopped??…….Did it??….

Oh No!!!!It’s still blowing……

More rapidly……ever precisely…….”

So, Accused of being Ineffective,

The organs put the mind on a trial,

Judged by the soul.

The trial begins…..

 

“What has happened to you Mr.Mind??

Horrified-

Mesmerized-

Hypnotized-

Terrified-

Is it an energy voter?

Or an Illusion toter?

Better stay in hell,

And not seek the bliss.

Speak in the name of Holy Geeta

What’s that disturbing your peace??”

 

The mind speaks-

“My Lord!! I’m fit and fine by your grace,

Speaking shamelessly- still without a progress.

Gravity- they amended a century ago,

And your kid’s trying for a few.

Month has gone twice in insomnia,

A mild fever I’ve caught and nothing newer.

The singularity paradox like the many fool ancestors I have fought.

For the beauty lies in the abstract mathematics I’ve recently got.”

 

The judge tells-

“I’m a soul-a judge, not a philosopher,

So stop your bullshit talks,

You’re getting positively nonsense,

Hence, the more your gravity engulfs.

Since, you’ve already been asylum,

And even out of schizophrenia,

Through this court in favor of the law, I verdict for your metamorphic auction.”

 

The Court is Adjourned…

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.