It was a film in colour that I saw today
It had pathos, loss, love and grief
It is obscure, neglected, outdated, you say
And your obituary is brief.
The movie wasn't all that sad
Maybe it was me I think
I am sick and tired of trend and fad
I tire of speed and drink.
I tire of rings of smoke and bling
Kitsch, Pop, the occasional fling
With ideas. And then wonder how
I liked those all but I'm tired now.
A soppy film with a Baul track
I cried and howled and blew my nose
This life, what might it lack?
One shrugs and says; who knows?
We often escape the pace of modern life
Wth quick planned trips to hill or beach
Alone, with kids, with friends or wife
To try and dare devour that peach.
I know my enemy lies within
Language is my enemy; word and pen.
Articulation being my only sin
Duality of purpose; indifference of men.
What do you want, the Benign one asks.
A meandering river of the infinite mind
To negotiate distances,unpeel the masks
And then that sunset I'd find.