MSUGANA

A Letter to Thomas Friedman

Dear Mr. Friedman,

In six moons, I ought to conquer;

A floating metal, ascending through the stratosphere.

Disguised as a star, induced by the wind;

Gliding along the circumference, contrasting universes transpire.

The ticking clock adjudicates, the distance restrains;

From longitudes to attitudes, the resistance is insignificant.

A vacuum filled with ambitions, indistinguishable from despair;

Immune to thunder, stagnation hits the speed of light.

Sand rapidly pervades the floor of the hourglass;

The intensity accelerated by my inexorable idealism.

Eleven eleven eleven, wishes granted not guaranteed;

My cognizance is governed by nonsensical expectations.

A chemical reaction formulated by pure infatuation; 

Prompt encounters to eternal addiction. 

The Lexus has inquired, the olive tree has criticized;

How could irrationality tyrannize a gifted mind?

You say the world is flat, Mr. Friedman?

Then why is his vision shielded by black, nebulous nights;

When mine is impaired by bright, luminous lights?

My dreams coexist with his reality;

The deepness of his swoon correlates with the optimization of my retina.

What nonsense you say, the world is flat?

Let gravity strain our organs to the landscape;  

Let the synonymous drops of water from the clouds be embraced.

Let us endure the socialization of meteorological characters;

Let the exothermic reaction concurrently ignite our anatomies.

Until these four wishes could be granted, Mr. Friedman….. 

I refuse to believe that ‘the world is flat’.

Mind BLOWN (recently listened to Death Cab for Cutie’s ‘The New Year’):

I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There’d be no distance that could hold us back.

Yayayayayayayayyaaaaaaaa…Laugh all you want, people!

PS: ‘Sleeping Lessons’ by The Shins should be a good background music for this :P