The two bright eyes
As the pale
hope teeters,
The
enlivened will shudders—
The close-up
demonic views
Guffaw undoing each screw
That upholds
a notion so basic,
Estranged by
a version eccentric.
As erratic
as a charlatan’s sanctimony
The
sentimental cliché what is penny!
‘You dumb
fool, lost, coward.
Why you lisp
and drawl, dullard?’
Yes, right, I
a mere by passer
But why I
lisp and falter?
It’s up to
you, the estranged bubble.
Answer it
for the one at his wit’s jumble.
Yes, I
stutter also, laugh if you wish—
The closely
networked mishmash,
The surreal
within surreal matrix,
Has
programmed me into such fix.
Why you just
pick up those?
There even
things laudable:
Those at
public disposals, yes, buses—
The joy of ride
marked by poses.
(I can’t stop
chuckling here, sorry.)
Yes, deserted
parks just as follies…
Yes, above all,
the punctiliousness,
The smoothness
of bureaucracy—
Thanks for those
fake smiles
And sometimes
sarcasms spicy
That let me inculcate
more words
And self-mirror
more closely, this dullard.
A Summon Yonder
Now as you demand
it out of me
Or may wonder
if I am an obtuse,
Uncivilized for
the infernal indelicacy,
I dig within
me to find a nugget.
But, alas, diffidence
instead of such snippet.
Yeah, call me
coward or mummified.
Holding desperately
on to this defunct means,
Telepathy, the
channel of those great prayers,
Like the one
on the verge of being swept away into apocalypse,
I can see you,
the outline of your lovely smile.
Yes, I say shine
with it ever!
I just see a
world yonder.
