awake oh my god late!
shit brush bathe press run
dress polish pack zip run
traffic choke smoke arrive swipe
stairs fix chair to buttock
stare eye to computer
type type type type type
loo break
type type type type type
fart
type type lunch type type
type type night type type
deep sigh shut off swipe
roar bike, reach home, TV
click click click click click
lord of the remote
eat piss sleep lust
awake oh my god late!
the wise have said
to live in moderation
and to revel is life
rest type type type
~Snehith Kumbla
Pune, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
not a pleasant poem to read
some privacy about personal ‘etiquette’ is necessary
every living species follows this routine
you don’t have to explain as though you are doing anything different of which others are not aware
Thanks for the feedback Shobha.
It’s not meant to be a pleasant poem. It’s meant to sting you as a reader. As humans, we should be looking beyond routine. We are the only species capable of this ‘beyond routine’ revolution. What we are doing is ‘not anything different’ is the siren wail of this poem.