I have often questioned the motives of divinity

The creators of null, median, and pure infinity

Are they really the sentinels of their children on earth

Or do they use them simply for their omnipotent mirth

A case in point is a story so painfully melancholic

That many would call it demonically diabolic

The nature of this subject hit my heart then froze

Alas! The prey of this carnage was the author of this prose

My life is now in shambles and it has fallen apart

But it was just as sane as any other at the start

I had a home, dog, wife, and a cute little kid

In the quadrant of life I was in the happiest grid

Who could have guessed what would happen to me

A man so content, healthy, happy, and free

Around five in the evening on a lovely day

It was routine, brilliant, romantic, sunny May

I was strolling down the gentle tree-lined path

An uncanny time to bear eerie supernatural wrath

Though one doesn't face such situations daily

Let me cut the drama and level with you plainly

My story of getting kidnapped may have been surreal

Had my abductors not been genuinely extra-terrestrial

I thought I saw something very grisly, hideously smile

No illusion! I clearly saw the repulsive form for a while

I was sure my eyes were playing wicked games

Yet, the ugliness was as vivid and bright as flames

My mind I hoped was fooled, my thoughts confused

To conjure such evil as the ghastly form profused

I rolled my eyes, shook my head to clear such a vision

Tried hard to think of some holy scriptural provision

To help in times of such dire and utter depravity

Because no less than Satan could legislate such activity

What was this apparition, what was its aim?

Could such an absolute corruption have a name?

Suddenly I found the thing coming at me

"Stop you beast, devil, or a fallen angel's debris!"

My words had no meaning, it was as if I had lost

An unwanted battle, the form enveloped me like frost

I realized then that I was not in a dream

My body went limp and I couldn't scream

The immediate events I have never recovered

Although their impact have left me terribly disfigured

In mental, physical, and every other way

New defects I discover with each passing day

I narrate the episode, perhaps not in sequence

But I will truly attempt to recount the essence

Of the way in which I was handled by evil

Kept with alertness under its fiendish vigil

When I regained my senses after quite sometime

I found myself immersed in a tub of milky slime

There were hoards of those ugly beings all around

All collectively emitting a most annoying sound

On seeing me move and struggle to escape

They came closer to me and began to gape

It was then that I really saw how they looked

Their eyes white as tofu and their noses were hooked

I was stunned by this ghoulish demonstration

And was unprepared for their following aggression

The leader of this vile pack clearly stood out

It was 'it' that finally rose and let out a shout

Uttering something which silenced the group

It simultaneously released a gigantic hoop

My head was the target of the alien contraption

Which stuck to me and stirred with incessant action

I could feel my entire body writhing in pain

Eyes rolling upwards all driving me insane

And when the pain finally, slowly subsided

My cruel captors seemed a little undecided

But in all this pain, indecision, and confusion

I nearly failed to notice a growing protrusion

Coming out of my shoulder was a foamy thread

Which soon reconstructed to resemble my head!

Before I could recover from this revelation

My new head started a casual conversation

As if it was only natural to parley with it

My cranial twin laid an immediate edict

"My friend I am evil and I grant you be good

It will take some getting used to as well it should

I am the physical manifestation of your evil self

You can be the angel and I the naughty elf

Our conflicts now will be frequent and fun

So, that said, May the best 'head' win!"

Now I am resigned to a debilitating state

A comprehensive wreck, victim of cruel fate

For my own part, I am completely vexed

This divine intervention has left me perplexed

My thoughts and actions are lagging apart

My mind works in reverse from finish to start

One clear example of my dismal disposition

Is the very nature of this rueful composition

Have you ever tried to rhyme alternate verse

With a head writing 'terse' and the other 'converse'?

Or did you ever try to reach for a juicy apple

While your other hand tries to grope and grapple

An unknown lady in the marketplace

One head looking shocked, another lacking grace?

Such embarrassments, such shame, are a daily routine

A matter of either good or evil reigning supreme

So tell me dear reader, do you call this fair?

To rudely plunge someone from bliss to despair

The Gods seem to enjoy such woeful shows

Their motives for such foolery, well heaven knows

~Saurabh Saklani~

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