Zephyr
Rains delayed, the number
measures -
Gone hay wire
Political color or its glory…
aint so holi(y)
Powers desire
‘Beats’ of passions fall
misplaced
Man on fire!
At Hundred, Cut-Offs today, above
all now…
Hell’s no higher!
The elders stop, steal a glance
Turn the page to their converted
chance
Our future shimmers in the ‘hell’
of famed!
In dust and dirt, lies, our ‘NOW’
ashamed!
Principles manufactured in
best-sellers online-
Cash on delivery pay
Mirages of carnal craze, not just
a pirate disc, but -
On streets display
Farmer eyes a dry ink pot, no
sadness writes, but -
His ‘face books’ say!
‘India shinning’ words worth of our ‘opium’ anthem –
In movie halls play!
I live today with tomorrow’s bane
Running against this one-way lane
Heart beats hammer a ‘rhythm
divine’
No zephyr blowing… today… through
yonder mountain-line
Labels: its been a while, maybe a whole new definition of 'a while'... but its 'here', maybe its a bit 'here n there' so.... here's to the mountain winds
posted by der Bergwind @ 9:44 AM
2 Comments:
I always stay miles away from cryptic stuff...this poem is the mother of all cryptic poems..but i did some get brilliance here -
Our future shimmers in the ‘hell’ of famed! In dust and dirt, lies, our ‘NOW’ ashamed!
I live today with tomorrow’s bane Running against this one-way lane
finally, got the meaning fully...i must say its been wonderfully crafted, in layers of satire
thanks for sharing this..yes after ages..but the essence is the same!
I am glad you have written again! Continue writing my friend :)
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