Friday, January 9, 2015
A father amuses a Sir by singing a song of bank
this river of economics run through the world of modern men.
sanctioning a policy of financial loss,
they calculate the down payment
This is the mortal men's fate!
Like an unromantic warrior, the father counts all numbers
yet the music of accounts fail to resonate
Has this unfortunate hen who lay the golden eggs
dismissed the ego for the future of sterile men?
A sun who cursed the son
sublime into the hours of stars and heaven
The flash-light of a television box
connects the stationary to a mobile region
and before the eyes could blink
begins the dance of tongue and doomed heroes!
"All men are on duty" - states the sensuous journalism
A brother and a remote controller
reigns the room of television.
The cast is changing as the era is different,
these old rooms will change as per the new tenant.
Inside, sitting in the clear mist of another corner
like chanting a holy scripture, unconsciously,
a mother is popularizing a devoid book.
Like a monk who sold his peace for a title of a mother,
she is a zen artist in the loud battle among all the wrongs.
Memories march around this family
but everyone is occupied. Blind and busy.
In the invisibly visible cubicles of self
is a gathering of separated lives.
The story does not end here.
The ironical play of words is a perpetual saga.
A white soul looks into the eyes of graying self
while a little girl crawl towards the centre of the table
to blow the candles.