What was this O! lord; that my lips refrained to speak; sung mystical tunes instead while walking on the streets? 

 

What was this O! lord; that my fingers incorrigibly refused to write; drawing incoherent shapes in the mud instead? 

 

What was this O! lord; that my eyes stared wildly in open space; instead of shutting down under the blistering Sun? 

 

What was this O! lord; that the hair on my scalp itched incessantly; as if attacked by a thousand ants? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I forgot to have my  afternoon meals; when normally I was the first one to finish food in our family? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I was engulfed wholesomely by sweat; even in the peak

of freezing winter? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I dreamt even while signing checks; entering in mind boggling amounts; that eventually left me bankrupt? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I filled every glass of mine with alcohol; every time I 

felt like sipping water? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I erupted out in fantasies of my childhood; when infact I was supposed to give a lecture on business economics? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I crashed head on with the waiter carrying a tray full of pastry; when infact I had already sighted him from miles apart? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I presumed it to be brilliant afternoon; when actually it was just a little before midnight? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I drove my car right into the hotel coffeeshop; instead of parking it outside and walking down the distance? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I cut my hands severely while chopping vegetables; when infact there was superb synchronization between the knife and my finger? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I gasped for breath like a dead man; when infact I had just arisen from bed after infinite hours of blissful sleep? 

 

What was this O! lord; that a sheepish grin encompassed the contours of my face all day; when usually I was extremely stringent in my behavior? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I reached the ghastly graveyard; when infact I was headed for attending prayers in church? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I dipped my face in steaming acid; presuming it to be infact as sweet cakes for supper? 

 

What was this O! lord; that I embraced an old woman on the verge of relinquishing breath; cognizing her to be the girl of my dreams? 

 

What was this O! lord; that the blood in my veins ran at electric speeds; inspite of my medical practitioner ruling out any chance of blood pressure? 

 

And what was this O! lord; that my heart palpitated at a million beats per minute; although she resided continent's apart? 

 

You know what; your guess is as good as mine; and there was simply no rhyme or reason to defy it; for I think that the inevitable has happened; I was struck by

the same fever as millions of my kind are struck every day; O! yes I think I am in love