A Curse

For some time, I felt the moonlight soothed me-
The other time, the sun burned my soul.
Keeping these thoughts aside,
 I pursued you, my relentless goal.

 I am no poet with a romantic individuality
But a seeker of scientific disdain-
 Shunning these thoughts down, I paved
 The path towards unrhymed fame.

No, my knowledge never gave me peace of mind,
The more I learn, the more Promethean I become-
 An imaginary palsy has possessed my nerves.
Can I ever get rid of this cigar-like craving that
Forever preserves?

Days come, nights melt, and the white spark in the Pitch dark lure the moth in me.
There is blood in my hands and no emotion in the pulse-
 Alas! I have become the stone-hearted Shylock
 That you wanted me to become.
I once loved the melody of nature’s chirp.
 Now, I only adore your thudding gait-
 O Knowledge why you wear that garb of prettiness?

Your sweet talk and prelapsarian vision
 Infected my mind with the dreadful white Conium-
Will you not lift me from this state of misery
 Like you drowned me in its addiction?
O, why do you remain silent now?
Why do you not speak when I have given you
 The form you seemed to desire?
 Yes, I am your creator,
who rewarded you with flesh and blood.
 But why do you look so vile, so disembodied
 Like you are not my Adam?

Your silence prolongs, and
My breath shortens.
Your grasp is tight on the canvas of
my intellect-
All I can see is darkness now.
But let me keep these thoughts aside
As I have pursued you, my relentless goal.