I do the math: Apocalyptically.

                                               I DO THE MATH:  APOCALYPTICALLY
                                                                             

The Other day I thought of Nibiru colliding with the earth before Christmas.
I thought of earth spinning out of its orbit; empty spaces passing through each other.
I thought of the hottest summer on record; my city collapsing and dissolving into the milky way.
Of decadence of human relationships; of complete loss of all meaningful communication.
Of vagaries of human nature and annihilation of truth; of apathy, anarchy and frugal emotions.
Of lackadaisical fathers who run whore-houses of interrobang, of mothers running amuck in their abortive frenzy?!

The Other day I thought of Achilles in antiquity, rising in the island of Achillea;
My love of him unrequited: his heel invulnerable now, and Iliad no longer sung.
I thought of Carnations no longer pinkish-purple or white, red and yellow; and
Of Orchids never making it blue.

I thought of children going to war; Men from Mars riding Hungarian Horntails,
Of Vienna as the capital city of Sauron and evils of Morgoth; my visit arrested.
Of an emerald cut Solitaire or a marquise that never shall pride my finger;
Of Apples and Berries and a cult of amateur queries;
Of tube-wells and springs of petrol and diesel, and water being sold Rs 500 per litre;
Of Hashmis creating jobs for the plumber and Brad Pitts available at every nook and corner.

Devoured I sat mulling over the doomsday, when suddenly a finger ran over my forehead;
I turned to find a Knight from my tale.

" Where have you been?" I chuckled as he quite turned pale.

" Here by you, lady. Haven't you been really silly?", he held my hand.

" Oh, I could imagine them blowing up Macedonia, shaving seconds off each hour.
I could see a black hole swallow us up, people failing to emote. I could see Mayan Calendar work its days up."

" Think not of potential disaster, my lady. It's fatal and bunk and of no valid theory. Of all I Know, you are not to prophesize nor conjure up the astronomy to fantasize." said he with an alarming finality.

" The other day I thou... .....". He pulled me closer and held me tight and with such a conviction looked into my eyes.
" After all, its just the other day."

" How could you be so sure? "

" I head the department of Astronomy in Harvard and I know of Andromeda galaxy as they knew of twin towers."

Well then.
 
( Post Maureen sponsored Sunday article on Mayan Calandar. )
Shruti

Note: I shall give you the premise. It is based on what we now call cosmophobia and the doomsday prophesied in the Mayan calandar. This, of course, is a fuzzy logic and a silly concept. The writer suffers from this fear of impending doomsday and goes incoherent. All that she would miss (say a solitaire or a visit to Vienna etc ) after a black hole will swallow up the earth, is spoken of in frenzy. 
It's free verse and fear is depicted in incoherence of thought and speech.