Houdini’s glasses..

the universe runs of fixed cycles..

day follows night..

it itself followed by the cries of death…

life feels hollow…

an endless saga of meaningless chimes

and pretentious spells…

but i sometimes think..

through epileptic fits ..

and frozen winters of lost impressions..

that i was born with the creativity of Nostradamus…

and the visions of vinci…

and as in move forward ..

along the path of crony stalagmites of pain..

with deep bruises..

and unstitched silence…

that i had the foresight and wit of houdini…

inside my fractured neurons..

adorned and enthroned specially..

by shapelesses lenses..

and boundless glasses..

that could see through ..

the pontifical realms…

of imprisoned shadows…

and dreams forever led to ..

mournful rest..

I look out through my glass palace…

barricaded from the terror outside..

by long barriers of unshakable diamonds…

and see the action unfold..

with real enthusiasm and excitement..

orgasning to the mind numbing phenomena..

of irrational executions..

and brutal ravishment..

of liberty and sacred feelings…

a thought noble pierces through…

my stolid and decayed mind…

and for once…

my depraved and rotting soul..

springs up to a voice of enlightenment..

and warm passions…

the thought is so enchanting..

that it's honeyed aura…

dissolves all the solidified bitterness

of unsaid betrayals..

and it blazes through…

rejuvenating the famined fields..

of my hopes..

with just a momentary instance of love..

once again…

but the thought is way too complicated…

unattainable in it's mystic cimplicity..

complex in it's pure anarchy…

it is nothing but just a silent prayer..

to be resurrected into bliss once again..

with the avarice of Joyce..

and the intelligence of Oppenheimer…

and be blessed..

with the curative powers..

of houdini’s desires..

and predictions utopian…

entombed and worshipped…

by glasses omniscient…

ever eternal without any rule or..

any cognizable lattice of obedience…

undefined in purpose…

infinite in action….

with the whole charming multiverse…

as it's turf..

for tempestuous manipulation..

and influence lustful..

People Jam in …

crowds stampede out…

pitiful baths..

imaginary reprieves…

someone becomes a vegetarian for contoured honesty…

others an omnivore..for nasty sacrifice..

the lights from China flicker in the far distance…

bullets for faith..

blood for soil….

amidst all this holocaust and localization..

with all the noises favouring specialization and ghettoization…

and lines being defined..

thoughts being caged…

with dungeons of political correctness..

and punishing tolerance..

and when only the veils and the fetuses dance…

in place of whispers and kisses..

one beautiful scenario..

of unchallenged peace..

and secrets of integrity..

tries to implant itself…

amongst a smog…

of terror and lies..

of deception and beheadings..

it is indeed a very noble dream..

and a future of cherished whims..

where roses are honored..

instead of rusted tubes of toxic lead…

and yet it feels so unreal..

so ghostly…

so much unbelievable..

that one has no hope ..

whether it could ever be fathomed..

into some sort of elemental reality…

yet thy desire…

thy prediction..

is very simple..

in its impulse and consequences..

it only tries to convey..

without much unnecessary music..

a wish much mundane ..

to be endowed with the Logic of Hegel..

and the idealism of The Queen…

and to have the same analytical conscience…

to find out and fight for truth…

like that of Carl Ossietzky or Martin Luther King…

accompanied by the magical passions…

and the whispers of transcendental intrigue..

that was replete in every expression of Houdini….

enshrined …

respected..

enforced..

by his glasses…

of borderless emotions…

and unchecked ethics…

that only obey….

the commands of an uncorrupted..

and undemanding deity…

one that never bars love..

never censures the voices ..

of a heart as innocent as the christened energies..

of the Eden’s chosen daffodils…

or hides away skin..

when that skin deserves to be strung..

into webs of immaculate tunes more luscious than raspberries..

and more mirthful than the wines of Linguri..

but it not possible anymore…

to somehow manage to barter away..

once’s painful physical reality of a existence brutish..

and gain these powers of immeasurable benevolence..

and uncharted benefits…

one can only hope..

that someday..

when Hades will guide my wisdom…

replacing the Trickery of shallow Zeus…

i will be able to attain the strength required..

and the facilities necessary…

to ever be  able to afford…

the invaluable glasses..

and unexplored horizons..

of Houdini...