I looked through the prism.
I diluted reality.
I cleaned up my prison.
I got more clarity.

Clarity of thought.
Of deed still eludes me.
Peace is what I sought.
Pain seduces me.

I added some ice.
But reality bit me.
I’ve faced it twice.
Being useless hit me.

I can see through it.
I know the plan.
It’s a secret and you blew it.
Relax, you haven’t lost a fan.

What’s really real?
Only the dust you settle for.
For the jump wasn’t good enough.
“Coogan’s bluff – they yell – Coogan’s bluff!”

Varun Rajagopalan.