As I write this poem,
A woman somewhere is giving birth to her first child,
An old man is dying, with peace in his mind.
A little girl is excited about going to school,
A young girl is taking her life, jumping into a pool.
An employee is desperate for a break,
A homemaker is day dreaming about a job and work.
A husband is feeling guilty about his infidelity,
A prostitute is silently wishing back her virginity.
A student is loving a movie,
A director is regretting making the same movie.
A wife in a mall is spending thousand rupees on a dress,
A eunuch standing outside a mall, is dreaming of social acceptance.
A man driving a BMW is vexed,
A poor kid is touching the car and feeling blessed.
Finally, as I write this poem,
I realize how sleepy I am,
thinking about the unfortunate insomniac.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
As I Write This Poem...
Posted by Labyrinthine at 11:48 PM
Labels: Absurd Poetry, boredom, rambling, randomness
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5 comments:
All I can Say While Writing this comment, is that you were completely bored and had no job so u came up with this:P
:D :D :D paraparapapa..i'm loving it! I dunno hw u come up with such unusual poems! :D
very nice.. this can be developed into a movie plot tracking parallel lives.. and then how they are all interlinked :)
Actually, plot for a short film...will be interesting. What would you name it ale? And Pal, the paparapapa was fun...i actually sang along.
@There will be blood: Yeah, I know! You are a genius!:P
@Pal: I dunno how you loved it. Thanks anyway:D. Rosesh inspires me :|
@Sumanth: Haha, maybe you could do the screenplay ;)
@Illuminator: :D. I might just name it 'carpe diem'. The Dead Poets Society effect ;)
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