The jargons of intermittent intellectivity
Pampered egos, analysis and conclusivity,
Servings of ideas, acknowledging heroism
of Icaruses sitting across table on every chair
with the Sisyphus' medal
for their immense dedication and discipline
the extent of which they are very well aware of,
and yet boldly stated and propaganded
as often as the refillings in the glasses.
Hours revel past, months have gone wasted
Nothing comes off from the years of struggling
Yet these futuristic heroes, heroes of tomorrow
Raise their toast to the engravings they will bore
On the future of histories
Have made me feel obliged
To have been a part of their gatherings
Of giving their hours off to me
Which they anyway would have sent off
in trash, or out the window sill
Without even having acknowledged the grace of
A beautiful sunset or the fragrant rain
of the world just residing at their doorstep,
And of having no will to step out
from their own culminations. I feel elevated.
