Tuesday, March 12, 2019

The Burnt Butterfly - Chapter V




life is living in a world of oxymorons
be it in the alluring activism of the unreasonable
or, be it in the impeccable insanity of the relentless

in a world, where sense and sensibilities
are well juxtaposed with ignorance and sheer arrogance
and pursuit of intellect follows nothing but the mindfulness
of cockfights in the cockpits of social media,
where you hail deaths of icons, you've never known when they were still breathing and you debate wrongdoings of seasoned minds with the pea-sized acuity shaped via quickipedia mug-ups,
where you almost shed a tear and scout for voices
for the disheartening dismays of the downtrodden
but, abrasively avoid to reach out a helping hand to one of your own
in a place outside the digital window

in a world, where freedom of expression underpins
the liberty to be lewd, and animates abusiveness not to be gawky
and profanity gives you the power to gain popularity,
when you can afford to stay unperturbed by the unconsciousness of conscience, you've long lost unknowingly but you feel content in
the follies of fanatic isms in the name of race, gender, or even the food you eat or the planet you dwell and walk in the daydreams of a contracting globe and feel unrightfully disallowed by dogmas of injustice and social institutions in the name of traditional values

in a world, where in-comprehensiveness and ignorance
is the purest form of flattery and bountiful bliss of
chasing random mirages that last a few months to get transgressed
to a new in the name of cranial gadgets, while you complain of
having missed out witnessing chapters that became history even before
you were born or will be coined important well after you're gone
and the prudence of politeness will keep getting battered as naivety
as long as the mindsets keep hailing shamelessness as smartness
and gaudy being the bringer of tantalizing shine 

life will still remain living in a world of daydreams
be it in the repugnant rejections of the reasonable
or, be it in the alarming aversions of the momentary gaiety










(Image Courtesy - Garry Gay & Google Images)