Sister and I

I’ve occasionally and sporadically
talked to sister, often light-heartedly,
sometimes nonchalantly, but I despise
her views on transcendentalism,
and letting nature soar through her,
creating some orgasmic clusterfuck
of something that psychologists
and people living in cottages
should know of, I guess I’m too
much of a stranger though I’ve
never shot anybody, her pretentiousness
is showy, a gaudy robed flamboyance,
that disdains hippies and yet
loves the beatnik, or the
sorrowed, “Shut the bloody coffin
already!” Poet, playing the blame game:
you did, you did, you did, and
it sounds too make-believe, and
might I say a little cultish, and her
imagined elitism, makes her just
an overrated perfume, a little
too sickening, castigating senses,
never invigorating, an elixir
of rainbows that I’ll never wear,
I like my black sweatshirt and
the occasional Brut, thank you,
so she can keep that aphrodisiac
and her surreptitiously subtle sarcasm,
and think of knowledge possessing power,
I’ve stopped reaching out,
trying to engage in conversation,
and if her plane emboldened
with the words, “Mystical passages
accessible to the creamy few,” in pink,
who probably have to prostrate themselves,
and self-flagellate while they
shoot a fairy, and then drink
a little Sherry, crashes, I won’t mourn.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

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4 responses

  1. I don’t know if I was meant to, but I enjoyed this immensely! The sister’s views on transcendentalism were stunningly obliterated by the guy in the black sweatshirt and the occasional Brut. I may have missed bits of it though, because I don’t live in a cottage. Thanks for this, Nitin. As fluent as ever.

    • Actually. Trust me, the thought occurs to me everyday. I guess I’m just contradicting myself now. I’ve always found cottages in cold places giving me a slight euphoria. Call it a peak experience or just the beauty of the ambience, but I’m disagreeing with my previous statement. Solitude, nature and coffee and the Marlboro, with a good book, and that’s a good (albeit slightly idealistic) life.

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