The Detective - - Real And Imagined Poem by Subhojit Kar

The detective, bespectacled, tall and gaunt,
examines the murder-scene, looks for clues;
he reconstructs the crime in his mind,
burning endless cigarettes and thinks....

A sitting Buddha in his study,
he stirs himself out occasionally
to make visits, announced and unannounced,
to the scene of crime, or calls on or tails
the usual suspects and sometimes
even the unusual ones

He catches them off-guard,
pointing out inconsistencies
in their statements,
gaps in their alibi;
he sediments the black lies
from the white ones
in the centrifuge of his brain,

Performs experiments- -
physical, chemical and cognitive,
sometimes biological, even carnal
and, at last, he pieces together
the jigsaw puzzle, catching the culprit,
often, after a bruising skirmish...

Once a spine-chilling mystery to the populace
becomes clear-as-a-daylight story to the press

There is method in his madness.

So does the loonybean,
once a go-getter, now a loser,
devise his own scheme
of equations and formulae;
he unravels the mysteries
behind complex theories
and abstruse concepts;
he tries to serve the drab jargon
as tasty jelly, thus
unfolding the secrets of success:
(real or imagined)

Study materials, Assignments. Problem Sets
TESTS- -killjoys all,
to deaden the slithering snakes
of insecurity,
to stoke the flames of ambition,
to intensify the hunger for glory.
helping his disciples find
the key to unlock the gates
of lifelong comfort and security.

There is madness in his method