Was It An Illusion?

Been an atheist all my life,

I could crack jokes vaguely,

On anything and everything you ask.

Though been mocked myself more than a hundred times,

I still couldn’t find in me any believing signs!

But what happened last Friday,

Was certainly much vaguer than my pun.

As while I juggled my bike keys,

In the resting room ahead that backyard,

I could feel our gardener a little off-guard!

This blockhead was watering my bike,

Instead those vegetables landlord had planted.

And ohh apologies! I forgot to mention,

That I live in this 3-storied house,

As a bachelor tenant who has no spouse!

So when I caught hold of him,

And enquired of what revenge,

Was he taking from my innocent ride.

The gardener instantly responded,

With a fierce shout that wasn’t at all splendid!

‘Does it seem to be a bike to you?

And since when your two-wheeler started flowering?’

His yelling almost pierced my ears,

As I wondered why did he backfire,

Or was he losing his mind or getting retired!

And was it a smart game played by my eyes,

Or was it a mere illusion,

On how I saw the gardener watering my bike,

But now he seems sprinkling the fresh flowers,

Just within less than a minute and not even hours!

Hallucination, delusion or something you call freakish,

It could be all of these or may be none.

Making me recall those spooky stories,

Bitched by neighbour aunties about this abode,

Which my heart wasn’t ready denying ever,

Yet the brain compelled to believe them never!