Success Speaks

 (Here, the ‘I’ refers to the idea of success (and not exactly a person), as to how it entices a human, who is left aghast after it leaves him.)

 

I dwell in triumph,

Triumph over the obscure oblivion,

Triumph over sheer savagery,

Entering the quanta into the cerebellum…

 

I dwell in triumph,

The art of the maestro over the immaterial, howdy…

However, I shall bemuse you to the utmost,

I, the success shall encompass you to place my eyes into yours,

I shall clench my nerves into yours and wreck your every yearning to comprehend me,

And dwell myself into Asgard, shattering the wreath of the Bifrost.

 

Woe to you,

For you shan’t mend the broken bridge,

For you shan’t obtain what was once yours,

For gravity shall relentlessly wrench you, my friend,

And I shall entice you further, till I see your corpse,

And your spirit shall kneel and kneel and kneel,

And your feet shall ascend and ascend,

Ascend and the angel shall wrap you with her golden wings,

And kiss your soul to the haven,

Where you shall forever dwell, my friend, relishing the past of my acquaintance,

Relishing the past of my acquaintance, while I seek another to impose myself on…

        - Krisha Shastri