Psychological impact
And trauma
That you got
When your father ended himself
With your mother,
How lonely had you been,
I feel it,
Feel it,
Aiken,
Your rearing by
Your great aunt,
Hearing
Silent Torrents of love,
Sonata in Pathos in a singsong tone,
Innocence with the turmoil within,
Exile with the ghosts of leaf,
Haunted Chambers with the music of brooding,
Melody In A Restaurant with the cigar
Smoking and swirling.
The ads with wordsAttractive and meaningful.
Laced with their personal thought and idea,View and reflectionRather than science and technology,Sitting in the skycrapper talk theyTo the drones of airplanes,With the collar phone set to his shirtAnnounce they, give they the lectures,Attend the seminars or meetsAs resource persons and inviteesWith the selfies takenAttesting their presence,Touch the screen to take the interviewOf the poets…
Jisei bhula naa saka.Yah gajab ki prem-kahani,Ek dastaan.Your memoryStill now haunts meWhich I could not forget it.This a strange love-story,A story.
The bells broke they looseAnd beauty too faded itIn the passage of timeOr the courtiers plotted and conspired againstIn their lust and treachery?
Dressing and readying forAnd outside the open theatre,The audience clamouring for,The announcer coming out to announceAnd the musicians giving the music, the band of musiciansMarking the rhythm and climax of speeches and tonesAnd their rising and falling pitches,I lean the sound tracksTo be followed and thudded with,The make-up man, the costume-marker and dresserThey all trying…
Your tactics and strategyOf giving missed calls,Truecaller is there toCatch youRed-handed,O, you fraud Miscaller!
