sometimes i wish my brain was a buzzer
and when the bleakness penetrates it,
there would be a massive noise piercing
directly through my ear hole,
i could shiver and shake it off, the buzzer
could create a seizure of happiness
and i could glow.
or, maybe it would go off too
often and darkness would swarm me,
deafness would make me manic
but then at least there would be
a reason for how i am feeling.
well this is a different one indeed, I mean modern, young poets do express themselves through all sorts of poetic techniques.. good.... cheers shan
could create a seizure of happiness and i could glow. rife with bitterness...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting stimulus-response Pavlovian set-up....All one has to do is press the right button....Buzzzzzzzzz.....! ! ! ! Cheers. Subroto