.

Claims are here again.

Why are they here, I am unaware.

'No you know, this is your history'

Who speaks now?

Confusion, Calamity and Catastrophe

All words begin with C.

I smile at my logic, smile grows to a grin.

'Grim and Grin are separated by one alphabet'

Who spoke now? Why am I grim?

I am reading theory, I understand theory.

What confuses me? This Voice.

'Which voice the voice that speaks or the one that haunts?'

Why does it haunt me?

I'm an atheist. I am an existentialist.

I'm here and I live here. Not bound anywhere, not going anywhere.

Good Bad Ugly these bring to my memory Sergio Leone.

By not believing in Good, I disqualify Bad to impose its faith.

Yet the voice haunts me.

I am studying Etymology and Genealogy.

The voice grows stronger,

I begin to fail my dreams.

Being scared seems to me a luxury.

The voice now reveals itself.

I am in love with my ignorance, the pain continues.

I seek guidance, I am sheltered.

Now is the moment to be afraid,

Truth is offered on a platter.

I'm not hungry, I am sick, I wish to retch.

The voice takes a pity, decides to leave.

My conscience is going along.

Oh, they left. I'm in a vacuum, I'm told,

Eyes closed, I see a note.

Carefully placed, beautifully written,

One line there is, waiting for me.

'I am The Subaltern, trying to speak through cracks of your soul.

For long I waited to be heard,

When you wouldn't,

I spoke and you were haunted.'