And the warp continues.... 

Since the day he met her the child has been sinking into an infinite cavity. A seemingly endless essay of perverse notions of masochisms has been gestating in his stupid womb , and what of all the infatuated screams arising from within the contrived peripheries of his convoluted fantasies. He is drowning in a ocean of sadness with a gargantuan rock dragging him by his feet into the Hades of his own intrepid , yet fatuous imagination.
Initially for every measure that the child sunk into this calypsotic quagmire , he did manage to regain back some ground , so as to relatively offset the extent of the incision ; so the deterioration was not all that obvious , but now the quagmire has assumed the proportions of a voracious black-hole , and the child is receding so fast out of his own element that very soon he would be blotched out of the extant of his existence , devoured by the myriad vacillations of the elephantine hole that she is leaving , the hole in him that would infinitely remind him of the infinite memories that he treasures in the infinite bylanes of his self-effacing musings.
The child is in slowly dissolving into the strains of sublimity, and what remains is an irritating shadow of his former self ...

January 1996 - Amitabh Iyer