Reality Show Poem by TD. Kumar

Reality show

Loitering aimlessly in a "Baazar'
I entered a theatre of horror
A ‘Taantrik' or was he a magician star?
Invited on stage, a hesitant spectator.

The ‘Taantrik' casually chopped of the man's head
Spreading a web of terror and dread
The headless body moved on the stage as the head hung in the air
The ‘ Taantrik' Tried his best but could not join the body with the severed head.

He had forgotten the ‘mantra' or the technique of the last vital step
He ran in panic to his guru's door step
With all his hurry the ‘Taantrik' took three days to learn the key ‘Mantra' from the master
Stage and theatre were empty, the head and body had moved and were lost to each other!

The head, body and the ‘Taantrik' are searching each other even now
I woke up from this nightmare as the head and body was mine
I ran my fingers from top to toe of mine
I had a feeling of a nameless fracture, though my body was intact some how.

Was I searching for the light of my soul!
Something was missing in my whole
Perhaps many modern men share my feeling
With cracks and creaky joints, they go on living!