The Incapable Brain

 Days that I visit there,

I feel no sorrow, no pain,

A numbness that exhilarates the air I breathe,

That dare remind it of its incapable brain.

Every movement fore-traced,

The narrow chasm of illiterate disdain,

The fliers, the drowners,

And the incapable brain.

Some speed high, they got frictionless paths,

The rest drag exhausted feet up the aftermath, 

I daren't fall into a fling with repute,

For a fling bails a repute while repute bails a fling!

A stalked arm making it's way through answer,

A question a remark and a fall of pride,

It grunts - they bear - I see no gain,

All the consequences of an incapable brain.

A failure be a failure be in his eyes,

A question be that in yours,

A shudder be the prequel to inevitable strain,

And that hails another reminder of an incapable brain.

You tire you count time like grains of salt,

And then you say you've come to a halt,

You wonder - whether that's all to the reign,

And then you say - "Ah, that's my incapable brain!"

- Krisha Shastri