This is an image of a young man skateboarding. I've used it because my humorous science fiction post is about being forever young.

Yes, I found the small potent potion
of youth, hidden in a cave named,
‘Transcendence,’ and drank it in one
gulp, oh now, don’t complain, I hunted
for it, and did the hard labor, and so it was all
mine, all mine, I tell you! And it was just a
little green elixir, and so, why share?
Well, I thought that way, years ago,
and for a while it soothed, relieved,
took away stress and grief, and I grew a
beard for a year, and then a Mohawk
the next, and the women drifted in and
out like thoughts in the consciousness,
alluring, attractive, brilliant, bright,
exotic, winsome,
because I journeyed from land
to land, savoring the Boza of Turkey,
the Butter Chicken Masala of India,
and hell, even the Balut of Philippines
which only takes a little getting used
to just like Kopi Luwak,
I went skydiving, swam the
Pacific, attended fashionable parties
on Yachts, and slowly and delicately
feasted on molecular gastronomy
served in three Michelin Star restaurants,
I worked every job from sales clerk
to CEO for the hell of experience,
and boy, those were the days! But soon
television became virtual reality and then
holographic virtual reality and finally
modulated telepathy, signals given from
movie post-brains sitting in post-Hollywood,
and post-minds taking whatever they want to
with the option of cutting and editing
bits, and changing the soundtrack with a flick
of the post-consciousness,
using another signal from
the post-Music Industry, and all this
was too much for me, because the potion
only gave me youth and not evolution,
and so, they threatened me, labeling me
an oddity, and since they couldn’t kill me,
they exiled me to another cave called,
‘Depravity,’ the very word an anathema
to the post-human, and they gave me
my old gadgets which they’d reconstructed
using post-science, way too complicated and
intricate for me to comprehend, and they
called it ‘mercy’, even though they hate the
spoken word and language now rests in
a collective super-consciousness, and so I type,
hoping somebody will hear me, but
nobody does, and I guess I’ll just keep typing
and typing with existential questions
haunting me, and the angst of my mistakes
clawing at my heart, tearing it uncannily,
and  I know now that the word ‘youth’ doesn’t
just mean young, but also connotes
a forever quarter-life crisis,
a forever pain of existing, outside time,
figuratively and literally! And a forever
madness of the millennial even though
three thousand years have passed,
and the Gregorian calendar is now as
redundant as me!

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)

14 Replies to “Youth”

    1. Yeah that we are. And thank you! This is actually an old poem that I edited. I’m glad it reads smoothly. I was a bit worried about that.

  1. and so I type,
    hoping somebody will hear me…

    each line suggests the next.
    it’s the most logical “downfall” from light to dark. very easy to read. it’s lucifer flung into hell…

    1. Thank you Bruce. From ‘Transcendence’ to ‘Depravity’ but how did Lucifer who was created fall? He couldn’t have unless God caused it. Anyhow I digress. As I grow older, I think of the mistakes made when I was younger and my idealism dies more with each word typed!

      1. “There are more things in heaven and earth…” as Hamlet says. I don’t reckon that age brings about the fall of idealism, but rather the birth of realism..?? I had a cousin (long dead) who said “In my age I realise how stupid it would have been if God had answered the prayers of my youth”…

      2. You’re right. When I started writing I wrote these very quixotic love poems without any substance. I dreamed then that I’d achieve this feat or another. And whined and complained about my sorrow. But I’ve learned to accept my station in life now. I know that fate doesn’t grant you whatever you wish for and sorrow helped me grow as a writer. Your cousin was a wise person.

      3. My cousin was an industrial nurse who would see someones arm or leg go through a pea-harvester once a month – so she was relatively realistic!!

  2. Brilliant!

    I read a couple of your pieces to my husband yesterday and he was very moved. His eyes widened and he said immediately that you should surely be published! :)

    1. Thank you for a lovely comment Vanessa. I tend to post everything I write online. If I didn’t I might get published. But then again I’ve been rejected several times and published just once. Is a youthful dream that God doesn’t want to answer?!!

  3. I like this comment of Bruce’s: “There are more things in heaven and earth…” as Hamlet says. I don’t reckon that age brings about the fall of idealism, but rather the birth of realism..?? I had a cousin (long dead) who said “In my age I realise how stupid it would have been if God had answered the prayers of my youth”…

    I have often said that last part as well. I am grateful even! ha!

    1. I thought about his comment and yours and I think I’m still in the stage between naivete and realism. I haven’t crossed over completely. I often wonder what my life would be like if God answered the my prayers of my youth. Will I regret it now? Or will I embrace it? I took a personality test though. It said I’m a hardcore realist! Thanks Vanessa

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