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The Progressive Failure  

Written By – Uday Khanna

 

 

The ceiling was about to drop

It, the barking dogs could not stop.

What held it back was how slow the fans dragged

Or sometimes, not at all.

 

Mr. Walker had made it in time

Because today the superfast was just two hours late.

 

Perhaps the reason for this was the clock

Which had always been stuck on Nine.

The Platform was dull and empty

Much like the insides of our wallets, Mr. Walker chimed.

 

He was new in town, while my presence had lingered here for some time.

The crowd came out, as if all they needed was a sign and Mr. Walker

Gave them one, by leading the line. Of course He had a reservation, but

Of a different kind. The one where going backwards makes you the first in line.

 

Just like a tightrope walker’s final walk, Mr. Walker and I,

Made our way inside. We were met by an enthusiastic crowd,

Seemed like the whole world had come to greet us,

Except Her.  Aye, her. What was missed were her eyes.

 

We sat, as it moved. Forward ? I could not tell.

I looked at Him. The face, clear as a river, suggested a late night,

Another dream, foggy shapes in a foggy stream. And yet,

He woke up from the sleepless night, buzzing like a knell.

 

It gathered pace as Mr. Walker chipped in saying,

There goes life again, speeding like a race.

One foot on the accelerator, the other,

in the grave.

 

The newspapers were served before the food.

Perchance headlines about starvation killing a hundred,

Filled the stomach faster.

 

What caught our attention was how much attention

Was paid to a broom. It had outfought such tools

As scythe and hammer, to scrutiny. But alas,

It lay broken, even after, supposedly, playing by the rules.

 

 

How thoughtful of the Editor to dedicate the front page

To flora and fauna. A rampaging bicycle had been pulverized,

By a quiet elephant. Ah, what tragedy it was that the hand which

steadied it, had been struck by a flower’s thorn, and not the bicycle’s swage.

 

Maybe the flower getting all the headlines shall lead us to plant more.

Maybe. Well, of course no.

 

Inside was a world that had been formed in void. The wheels

Spun on a broken axis. The smoke was plenty but

The chimney sweepers came out in force.

The food too, arrived with a stale smell, where the course was a one meal coarse.

 

We kept moving at the breakneck speed of a snail.

Our co-passengers were far and few.

Some gave me the impression of the people

Who buy a ticket, just to enjoy the view

 

We kept moving at the breakneck speed of a snail.

Our co-passengers were far and few.

Some gave me the impression of the people

Who buy a ticket, just to enjoy the view.

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