Sticky Notes Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

I keep writing my sticky notes
Small talk is all that takes place
Some black jokes, some witticisms
Rainbowy memories, bellyache
Somebody down there connects
Trying hard to make small talk
You talking about Mercedes Benz
A certain Chinese driver sleeping
In the basement over sated stomach
The fragrant harbour was not smelly
People with slit eyes made my world
There are now poets in the hall of fame
A certain Jussawalla is not my model
Do I look like Asterix, of course
Not in comic manner, sister says
Asterix is comically funny, absurdly
What happened to his pride of hair
We all hurt each other and ourselves
When tears stream down smoothly
Our helplessness breaks mask
Our images stream down like tears
Holding reflections of broken thoughts.
We are trying to break silence.