Where???
Omila Thounaojam *
Pictures seem perfect and all of us look intact
Smiling faces all on the cover page, no one's still on the stage
Quality gets compromised to things measured in rupees and dollars
What if we fail to neglect all forces that are glossy and classy kind?
What if old systems changeth giving way to newer rotten orders?
What's there if we clap our hands hard and laugh at ourselves?
Pid-gin culture is all over the floor, on the roads and all over
Even our old Pena is not spared in everybody's futile effort to create new
Music and lyrics are child's play with no rhyme and rhythm like the old
May be this is the real sign of our world— a wasteland with breathing man
May be we're all getting way too old with our minds so filled up with nothingness
May be even Hope is losing its hope and fighting a losing battle with life.
No where could I smell the smell of the coming rain to be with us
No where could I feel the ray of life falling straight upon us and shining bright
No where could I find the right language that could express my thoughts so insane
The language of an amateur striving in vain to talk simple thoughts on lifeless life
I heard things were changing with new bridges built to reconnect with ourselves
May be I still need to find the right eyes, ears.. to see, hear..the world that's in the making!
* Poem written by Omila Thounaojam
The poet can be contacted at omilathounaojam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on August 27 2012.
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