In these times where media is loud, shrill and scary, what can one do ? Well I just twist it and make fun of it creating sillycon* . Disaffected, as I am the ‘Bard of sillycon’.
As I hurtle through life , I suddenly feel a distinct shift of times. Forward we would to say and believe, it feels retrograde to me. Powered by tech, fuelled by greed, mangled by past, confused by modernism, it just seems less human. Am I becoming old & senile? Maybe. My creative take on this as “Now & Then”, a reaction to the news, views, behaviours, reactions that pounds us daily.
Life was simple with everything familiar. With a surfeit of information from TV & Internet, life became walled into many compartments. My creative on this as “familiar”.
Being ordinary is a blessing, I realised after an intense experience. Penned as a crisp 28-word brevity poem “Ordinary”.
Softly he caressed her
She opened her heart
He gently stroked
Face shattered and swollen
Immobile at ICU bed
Wired, tubed, I let go everything
Mindful, time stretched infinite
I saw Paradise
A 20 word brevity poem “into heaven” written for a contest at Allpoetry.com based on the prompt “Tumour”. Happy it was judged Gold.
“Never thought that a non-living virus
would take away the care and loving
Never imagined that an invisible savage
could cause such collateral damage
Never fanthomed the great migration
would occur due to extreme frustration”
My feeling that “It is not just money in trillions, it is about feeling for the minions”, expressed in the creative “Charts to Hearts”.
An innovative idea by the world’s most powerful head of state, of shining UV light inside the body and injecting disinfectant into the body to kill the virus in one minute just blew me away.
When life was free and unbounded, we wore masks inside, hiding who we really are. Constrained and locked down now, we now show our real face, but damn, it is hidden by the external mask.