A beautiful poem on the hollowness of emotions, fake life and friends. How everybody is so engrossed in their own life.
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Reminiscences of past..
Packed in caliberated sequal of pregrine musings..
Merged with festooned blossoms of present..
I owe myself a bamboozled quagmire of words…
Intoxicated in escsty..
A wish a blessing be at peace & live in dreams of fulfilled pleasures…
Cartoons are easy,
Create one yourself.
An activist in sex trafficking,
Or two countries at Odds.
For your consideration,
A free tote bag.
In conversation with Trump
At the house of Nightmares.
Cartoons are easy.
(Cited: New Yorker)
(Note:- The poem is a combination of New Yorker Webpage Headlines with not even a single extra word used)
©fidoic First Published in unLost Journal.
In this abstract noise,
where each and every voice, comes from distinct source,
Filled with joy or remorse,
one among them is mine,
not inseparable from thine,
I am trying to find myself,
In this dark mist of time,
quagmire of felling chime,
holy disdains regime,
and I am trying to tune my rhyme,
Pic by Younis Bhat.
Standing tall stocked with red apples,
He earns more than i do.
A kilo of these is my hour’s wage.
A quarter of it my month’s income.
I despise and grow jealous,
Standing still and lazy,
He does what i cant despite
My locomotive and artistic ability.
At 25 he is more independent
And rooted than i can ever be
His vacations are more festooned
And longer than i can ever have
He’s got more friends, the birds
The ants, the bees who sing to him
Vistors form distant lands migrate
Every season to meet him..
He’s socially more responsible
He amends for what i ruin
He reduces carbon imprints
And sucks in pollution
He’s more Famous than me,
He got clients in distant lands
And is talked-of in elite societies.
He’s got relatives all over the world.
The son of a seed!
Brute! Standing still
Outruns me in every field
When he even can’t walk.
O cheered gospel! blessth be thee..
with all the pleasure of the world..
and if that be less, yet again, may he..
bestow the heavenly dues and gold..
let roses red and lilies blue..
combined with health and quintessence
be sprinkled along with hue..
from heavens proper essence..
your ventures vast and vivid..
we pray to be efficacious..
and your spirit less livid..
your life and times gracious..
on this happy day and time..
blessing and peace with this rime..
(was written for my teacher)