Dichotomy

How does it matter?
If the mores cluttered life precipitate-
Corrosion of characters
Or bring out rigid impermeable idiosyncrasies
Wonder! If it does matter
The profligating ego-hassles,
Would vomit the amalgam of the stubborn multitude of eras
And of the anathema and bliss.
Indigested sanctified testaments of love and hate,
And of course,
The dichotomy of nexus between you and me,
From the chasing of the crazy dogs to the opportunistic foxes,
And from the flowery sensuous butterflies to the anopheles.
Each eager in its own way to consume the earth
Like the deadly flies of the Indian fish market,
And the vultures flocking around the decaying corpses,
Each submits to their own senseless instincts.
To gobble up the earth,
At their own wills.
No…No….
There is not even the slightest of negligence,
Wonder!! Why?
Be aware, there is no compromise,
On issues like survival and eligible to be fittest,
From evolutionism to relativism,
No one lends ears to excuses,
Nor the chaotic social dynamics,
Neither the morons nor sadists,
The creators, so called of them,
May they be democrats or leftists,
Wonder!!! Wonder!!
Even the independents.
No body disperses in benevolence.
All are for greedy declarations,
Each one claims of a world of him,
Everyone entitises in the quest of the search
Of one’s own kingdom,
Solely animalistic and monopolistic,
The never maturing infatuation,
This is this.
With the hallucinating myths of raising ones head over the others
Always reiterating,
The same anthologies of politics,
“Be the ruler….else.., Be there to be ruled over”,
Wonder! Wonder!
Who wins in this thriller?
None…. Everybody loses.
In the veil of winning g and losing,
We mortals reincarnate,
in forms or being formless,
Facilitate the dynamics of life and death…
Each of us adds a new dimension,
Either for self or for others,
One is the self at the climax as was in the reign,
Ruling or losing,
Infatuated or liberated,
Loved or hated,
cursed or blessed,
After all,
How does it matter?