Rush

Inspired by some of the poems of my friend Siddhartha!

Rush

 

Rush

to brush teeth or just swirl with Listerine

A crow-bath, a gulp of gooey oats

Rush, time is flying

Write fast, read fast, play really fast

Whoever runs faster gets to run more.

Rush to catch the train, bus, or the girl

Skim over lives reduced to  deleted data

languishing in recycle bins of cyberworld

Why mind the tail-wagging dog

He is not your boss!

Swallow the burning hot tea

A singed mouth can even help

in keeping  small talk at bay.

Hurry up son, Mom has to go

swallow your Maggi noodles

let me finish your homework

Do not waste time in thought

rush to bed

jump headlong and

NEVER dare to dream

but wake up early

books still wait 

you got to mug up some more.

 

Trees are obstacles

Rain is a nuisance

Flowers are allergens

Sun is carcinogenic

Kids are burdens

Air is toxic

Earth is a fairy-tale.

 

Childhood gone

leaving vestiges of loss

A feeling of being torn

from a mother's warm lap

Youth brokenly follows

trying to keep pace

with hordes of tie -choked guys

gallivanting with speed-balls

leaning on Crystal Meth

when wings fails to materialize

never noticing how closely

it rhymes with death.

 

Marry into money dear!

they have faster cars

The forward button is now almost a depression.

Doctor needs a vacation, he is human too

borrow God's  liberties

fast forward births

Baby -don’t crawl

It is speedier to run.

 

When every one has had enough

they end up still in  bed

rushing through life

blind and deaf

to jump  off the precipice

into

Death.

 

Searching  for the back button on the remote

are you now?

 

 

Reviews

[kdpgrahi]

Yes everywhere there is a conspicuous rush. I think sometimes a such is necessary, but as you have made a great comment in the imagery painted in third stanza. A grat write. I love it and read it so many times. Nicely done.

[paul]

oh, yes well. time seems to go in only one direction.
it's hard to stand up, against the universe

the form of the poem matched very well with the content here.
great writing

[anindita]

The meaningless rush of modern life is brought out wonderfully. The poetry of life truly has been lost somewhere.