POETRY : The Nectar of Life Page 6

PARODY OF MODERN LIFE

Life of modernism is a triumph of commercialization.

Sale-able even abstractions

Marketable – ideals, maxims and principles.

Family values – nutrition of consumer goods

Touchy, emotional strings are

Advertising’s fuel indispensable.

A family man’s duty foremost

Is a term insurance;

Regardless of depreciating love-juice.

Even children measure the depth of care

By the dough spent on them,

Tantrums valued and readily fulfilled.

Society has transformed its meaning

Cause Man’s no more social in his being.

He loves his privacy—

Be it among his friends, partner or neighbours.

The girl next door is a stranger forever,

A face you see, “But.... who cares who’s she!”

Busy over networking-traffic,

That’s the society one truly lives in

Loving , hating, blending and sharing

With people who may or may not be.

“That’s Hamlet’s dilemma. Let him see!”

Pomp is the virtue of the hour.

Pretence of life can be bought by the hour.

“Wanna be a fab amongst your FRIENDS?”

Tricky graphics on your snapshots can meet this end.

Even culture and art are not intact

Talent oceanic meet opportunities’ track.

Abstract and geometric are on high’

Metallic and bass can be reasons to die.

Tone, Essence, Core- matter no more;

All you need is a publisizeable story,

For the audience to feel ”Oh Poor!”

And there you have success galore.

MNCs will surely check your talent,

But beware Nightingale- for there’s a million frogs

Sitting hungry for favourable current.

Sensation anew over Twitter, Snapchat and FB;

Is but a short euphoria, all know and agree.

The fun of this era is futility

  Where nothing matters:

With no honour, no nobility.

It’s a frenzy of freakish brutality;

Calling it fashion, trend or modernity.