Death Warrant

 

Alzheimer Patient

I have never been accused of cowardice –
My heart and soul are drenched in courage.
I have vanquished men more gifted than me,
But alas! Here’s a war I can’t dare to wage.

I have no complaints to fling heavenwards,
No painful regrets or remorse to swallow.
But I feel terribly lost – in this darkness,
that shrouds the path I am destined to follow.

I can feel it lurk stealthily nearby…
I can hear it taunt me to stage a fight.
But how to wrestle when you have already lost?
Where to flee when there’s no escape in sight?

Alzheimer’s – they have a rather fancy name for it,
an invincible killer with a ruthless temperament.
While you loiter in the labyrinths of lunacy,
it boldly and briskly builds up its armament.

Perverted senses and frightening memory losses,
leave your cerebral circuitry in a total wreck.
You are unceremoniously warped to a vegetative mode,
as the infernal disease launches a scathing attack.

Even Hippocrates can only sell me false hope,
for nothing seems to work against this devil.
Branded an incurable pathological specimen,
I am left to ponder over my bizarre peril.

My social cognition is slowly fading into a blur,
and I am now just a consumed hospital bed.
If this is how life ahead is going to be like,
wouldn’t I be much better off dead?

Oh Lord! Can’t I have a more graceful exit?
Why this vile twist at the end of the tale?
How can I bear the torture of this painful wait,
as death inches closer at the pace of a snail?

So here I lie – life holding me at ransom,
Head poised against the barrel hole.
Oh! Just pull the god damn trigger…
and lift this curse that imprisons my soul.

Survival stings now as I long for an escape,
from the iron claws of this merciless menace.
Stirring the last dregs of sanity left in me,
I stare ahead into a seemingly endless space.

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NISHANK MEHTA  |  28.07.2008

True Lies

 

true lies

Unless I am mistaken, (which I know I am not)
Wouldn’t that be your seventeenth helping?
Do you hog food like this every single day,
or only when you are fed free at a wedding?

Welcome sir! Again with a new escort, I see,
Oh! she’s your wife – so you hurriedly say!
Then pray, who was that pretty curvaceous lady,
frolicking and fidgeting with you the other day?

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
I was merely sorting out contraries and confusions,
that you unwittingly spun around my eye.

What is that oddity that hangs by your wall?
‘It’s a Picasso!’, you growl with an indignant frown.
But then, why display your abysmal ignorance,
by hanging the blessed painting upside-down?

Why is it, that before every cocktail party you attend,
you Google up ‘global warming’ and ‘N-deals’?
Is it because you want to portray your intellect,
by talking authoritatively on issues in new-reels?

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
My humble senses had some misconceptions,
and I was only trying to find the reason why.

Ghosts! – you proclaim are nothing but bilge,
what Science can’t explain doesn’t exist.
Then, why was your face chalk-white last night,
when HBO was showing ‘The Exorcist’?

You roar at the fallacies of the government,
and sound your doubts over their integrity.
But, I have seen your stinking hands meet theirs,
when your bribes secure their shameless pity.

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
Your double standards had momentarily foxed me,
but now I have realized where your loyalties lie.

I have seen you often at those funky casinos,
gambling and gyrating with an imperious swagger.
But then, why do you become so tight-fisted,
when giving alms to a road-side beggar?

Your recent gym exploits did not go amiss,
your Page 3 press pets are certainly doing their bit.
But, amidst your devotion to golf and guitar,
you still have to squat when you want to shit.

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
You may be pretentious and humor yourself,
But how do you fool Him who patrols the sky?

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NISHANK MEHTA  |  01.07.2008