Non-Sense Poem - Invisible Men In Imagination Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Non-sense Poem - Invisible Men in Imagination

At a fatal point of deception, wigwagged nihilism -
'Mind and body or good and evil - I'm a dualism'
No proper beginning, my middle is meddlesome in a puzzle
Nor neatly tied-up ending? My name I retrieved, LIFE.

Life is mixed with horrific or tragic images - Vaudeville
One shade masking over other, a seven shades darker alley
Life is nothing but 'The Theater of the Absurd' - much used
A dot waiting a for a GODOT - a catchy word abused.

The ding-dong of witty and logically built-up a dialogue
The Phonies kept babbling of morals in a prologue -
Ensorcelled bystander, Soon degraded into a rigamarole
Floodlights flashed, joined the mass, he, after a tarradiddle.

A giant massy wheel, reaching for the finish line
Glancing at the PC board, signaled them nowhere.
Eonian ages, staring at the ceiling; final conclusion
There is no meaning, Invisible men in imagination.

All of us are born ignorant and remain same, some
The knowledgeable flourish and become
The shepherds, the dullards just piddle away
leading the life of sheep in a grassy ley.