..something nonsensical....

As for us, it didn't exist at all....
The Silver Oak ,
Beside the anaemic multistoreyed wall;
A skeleton
Dreaming
Fossilised dreams of quarky verdurous unknown....
We preferred to live in a sane world.
The cybercafes cramped in .
Astronauts jumped out of Intergalactic
Space Stations.
The Prophetic Management-Gurus gave
once-a-day sermons at
Television breakfast shows...

The Silver Oak Stood all alone ,
Withered,leafless-still drenched  with
The Himalayan undertone.
'Midst the acceleration of
Liberalised macrocosm.
It smiled with the jaundiced gleam that
mellows....fades away...

Then the telephone rang.
Friend blurted out.
Discordant vibrations
Spread as fumy effervescence
Through dangling tunnel wires.
They were hardly bothered...
They chuckled on.
Their world made sense.

The disconnection reminded me of the Virgo cluster.
As a rule,hitch-hikers always look out for
excuses.
The M-87 Galaxy ....
Gyrating gas-gush.
In the midst of nowhere, I grappled with that
Virtual Black Hole.
I stumbled for a grotto,stumbled..stumbled on...........
The shadow crept in.
Momentary nausea...time warp....
Sinewy projections closing in from everywhere......
The skeleton gripp'd me ,clasp'd me,crush'd me to a
sticky
Agglutinate..
Aphonic mingling...
Back in mother's womb......
The Silver Oak ,
I could sense its obscure sweatdrops.
It smelt of
everywhere...
It smelt of something.....
.....................................something nonsensical...........................................