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Things going out of control as if guided by an agent of chaos,

Not in any direction, not with any specific purpose,

Miniscule shifts out of phase with events bound together,

Unpredictable and messy derivatives of an higher order…

Beautiful and dangerous, more so because of being so,

Burning all in the way – searching for the veritable foe,

Proudly destructive but charmingly disarming it,

Mocking all powers that be the dragon swirls in the sky…

Breathing in the toxic rationalities that choke,

Only to vomit out the irrational ideas that poke,

Leaps and bounds not good enough for the restless mind,

Cuts and wounds not rude enough for the tireless body...

Phantoms on horses ride ahead - ever so fast,

Nations watch as children are butchered in a blast,

As the species comes to terms with being civilised,

Breaking news everywhere suddenly becomes localised.

The question of bubbles...

The first time you open up a bottle of Thumsup, some of the fizz goes out.

You take a sip or two, and put the cap on again.

Then you again open it up, and some more of the fizz goes out.

You take a sip or two, and put the cap on again.

Every time the fizz goes on reducing.

Then you put it down, maybe a third or less still left in the bottle.

All the fizz is gone, you say.

And yet, one by one, bubbles keep rising to the surface of the liquid still left.

Every time you feel this is the last, there comes another one.

And they keep coming, and coming.

Almost challenging you to look long enough.

You look on, as miraculously, they still keep coming.

And then, suddenly you are scared.

You are scared of them stopping. What will happen once they stop ?

What will be left for you to do ?

But what can you do ?

It happened right in front of your eyes, and you saw the bubbles come and go – one by one.

And now, all that is left is to sit and watch the slow painful end of the process.

Inevitable.

Or is it ?

You are struck by a simple truth – bubbles were always in the liquid, not in the bottle.

All that you need to do is pour more Thumsup in the bottle, and watch the bubbles start their dance again...

So to pour more liquid, you take off the cap and take a sip.

And as you put the bottle down, the bubbles have restarted…

Waiting as I was for the sun's first ray,
It chose to mock me in its own cruel way,
As I watched on increasingly with dismay,
It just suddenly chose to start the day...