Wednesday, May 21 12:33 PM (Completion Time) (New York - Atlanta) Time Zone - Athenian
We walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, like the Native Indians on their trails of Tears, and yet, thru all of these museums, all of these galleries, trying to read, trying to understand, trying to appreciate Art, and yet, my favorite artistsMussalman, Christian, Jew milke ek din yeh cheez pe agree kiye ki Homosexuality Illegal hai aur Diagnostic aur Statistical Manual main bhi likha tha ki yah paglainiaturist painters of the Mughal courts, the Stone Masons who chiseled away laboriously at the Greek “Artist’s” works, these opuses of ours, the bust of Socrates given to me by Marianna, who Armenian and Soviet lived through some of the worst of Time, and yet, why did my artist not allow me to be her Muse? And-Aur happy years of Depression Must I endure, joyfully, before I can return Home, to that hearth, that chess board, those pieces, that music, that piano, that elephant, that staircase, that bannister, Now adorning the Hips of the West, and the Safety of the East, the Ears of my soul, the Kheer that we Extol, the Rassa Gulla, so Cheekably Pullable, and My Sis, always looking out for me not to prey victim to the Vicious Oscilliations of Mechanical Death, and yet, we Experimented upon <by> the Nazis who live among us, the Soviet Psychiatrists, the Jewish Persuaders of Pontius Pilate, to have the Romans carry out the deed while they feast on their porch and Ed takes a look into MY WIFE, and yet, MY LIFE is still being self-determined, by none other than Conscious Manas, Conscience Manas, Consciencientous manas, for which Compassion has its place, and time, but for whom The Punchout Blow had to be resigned to the Last Resort, for those suppose'd Conquerors of MY India, Nature Study Park, Outram Street, Shakir ke Ghar, AanA? Aur Ananya ki sacrifice, hamari Treasure, woh Bhojpuri, Lollipop, woh Bengali Presidency, jis ki Topper Ka Naam Maine kabhi Bula Nahi, Orpheus, Kyonki Black Orpheus ne Hell ka Kaam katam kardiya Ethiopia mai, aur Athens mai, aur India mai, aur ham Mario aur Luigi Super Nintendo Bhaiy Log, Japan dill se, neeche se uppar, pipes ke bandar, Bandook ke peeche, Goli ke neeche, Ghar ke divaalon me, Jukh jukh jukkh jukh jukh ke, ham kabhi uppar dekha nahi is zindagi me, jab se mere Papa ne Kaha, “Sit up Straight”, jab se mere sensei* ne kaha, “Straighten those knees soldiers” aur jab se Krishna ne Kaha Ladayi Mat Kar, bas, bohut ho gaya! Yeh Yud ko choro, Ham Jew Hoon SabyaSachai, Samuel ka schackles ko le ke, ekhi breath mai, andaaz se pura Gestappo, SS, Brown Shirts (Context Important hai), joh Irami ne Sikhaya khi Martin Luther aur Anne Frank khi umar Ekhi tha, lekin Martin Luther Jiya Aadmi, aur Anne Frank ko un logon ne Mar dhi. Mussalman, Christian, Jew milke ek din yeh cheez pe agree ki: ki Homosexuality Illegal hai aur Diagnostic aur Statistical Manual main bhi likha tha ki yah paglai hai, aur Munmun Bhai ne wohi AIDS andolon ko Shuru kiya jab makkhi jaise log gir rahe the anemia se, tuberculosis se, malaria se, chikunguniya se (kya duniya hai yeh??), pneumonia se, aur dengue se bhi… Meri Dost, khoyo mat mujhe? Main Hoon, na? Aur Aap? Aur…hum?
p.s.
Written In Defense of My Selfs. I rest my Case.
(edited for vyakrhan and pureness- August 20th, 4:23 PM Georgia Standard Time)
