RedPaper.in – Poetry
By: Manimugdha Kashyap | Guest Writer | RedPaper.in
Tick tick tock tock
Hi! Get up now! Said the clock
It’s 3a.m. time for your mind to hit the rocks
Ghastly thoughts, angst filled nodes
All setting the course for this grand episode
Of existential dread to be followed.
Hush! Hush! Hear the gush
Of the howling wind’s constant gusts
Blowing my curtains to show the stars outside
Flickering little bastards, they’ll tease me tonight.
And as I looked at them they said
Well hello! Twinkle twinkle!
Remember us boy?
We ain’t that little as you thought we were
For it’s you who’s just a tiny speck in front of us
And in the grand scheme of things
You don’t even matter
Oh you don’t believe us
Well ask your brother
For he’s now one of us..
Cries! Cries! Ever flowing from the eyes
As the scenes from that morning
Play again in the theatre of my mind
A sister’s dead eyes, a mother’s dry cries
And with hands on his forehead
The father sighed
He didn’t cry, as he kissed his son
The last goodbye
For he knew he needed to be strong
For the days to come by
But everyone knew he’s just as dead inside.
Think think! Makes me think!
What’s the point of it all
If at the end
It’s the grim reaper who wins
Duplexes, triplexes and all the prizes they store
What to make of it
For the soil will be your final home.
Vain vain! All in vain
The stars are laughing, you all don’t understand
Look! Look down! They said
It’s a factory of ever producing nothingness
All their lives, after papers they run
White stands for degrees, green stands for dollar
Tick tick tock tock!
Hi! Sleep now! Said the clock
Remember you’re also a rat
Getting ready for the race
You can’t be up for meanings to chase.
And again I gaze at the sky outside
Wondering what these twinkling stars really are
I wish in my dreams, I get to meet my brother
For he’s one of them now
For it was too soon for him to find out.