I sat watching them
Scamper, gather, chatter
Across the party hall
Filled plates in hands
Noodles and spaghetti
Drooling from their overworked lips
And getting drawn in again
With spicy technical jargon
Young techies in their twenties
Girls and boys
Hired by a software giant
From Bangalore, Hyderabad, Pune
And distant Gurgaon
At a child's birthday party
In Seattle where drizzles played
Peek-a-boo hide and seek
With a reluctant sun
Theirs was a world
Far away, perhaps, by light years
From my sunset senility
Is a generation so far away?
I heard them I thought
But didn't hear a word
As they spoke
Every movement of their lips
Escaped my comprehension
A clouded tearful afternoon
They talked and talked
Exchanged pleasantries
Discussed their work and woes
As I sat looking at them blank
Like shoals of fish in frenetic motion
Oft breaking apart and scattering
In cackles of mirthful laughter
The party went on
In the hall of my awareness
Guests trickled in and out
Till my stare was stark empty
Silence prevailed
What did it matter
If I heard them or not
If I had my hearing aid on
All that counted
The party happened
In my presence
The presence I am
The happening's very essence
I think this is my favorite poem of yours (So far) I can relate on many levels and the wording was marvelous. A 10 is appropriate. Well done, Madathil
Thanks, Kelly. I wasn't sure if it would be received well. Your words reassure my thumping heart.
This is really beautiful poetry where you feel isolated siting in a corner and watching young generation enjoying itself unconcerned to your presence. Can feel the emotions in the lines. Nice drop.
When I was growing up, I often hung with the older people- -they liked to tell stories of their life and times and it charmed the dickens out of me. I think I was an oddity- -my friends would rather gossip about people in our school. I hate the thought that people live lives that nobody cares to hear about, had adventures that no one can have 50 and 60 years later because technology has changed the landscapes of our lives.
Older generation find it difficult to connect to the younger generation and vice versa. This problem can only be solved with mutual empathy. This approach can also solve the problem of the younger generation too, when they themselves being to age.
Theirs was a world ... a generation so far away? That is where we fit in when we go to a party at son or daughter's friends. We clearly understand what a generation gap is. Beautifully expressed in the poem.
Exchanged pleasantries, discussed their work and woes and as I sat looking at them blank was very amazing in this expression of birthday party.10
This is the true depiction of life when people of our age become passive spectators and 'scarecrows' amid a group of gregarious and jubilant youngsters...... No one can be blamed.....! It so happens...... ! Either they have no interest in us or we lose interest in what they talk and do....! The generation gap is something that has existed at all times.... Now with speedy changes taking place all through life, the generation gap can only get wider....! ! Wonderful write! A sure 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a classy work. Your keen observation and deep insight are manifest in this work as in all your works. A very skillful use of vocabulary n expression. And along with the narrative runs a vital question, that of generation gap. How beautifully you have woven the concrete n the abstract. A birthday party is not just an event of celebration, it has a meaning on the deeper level for the poet who witnesses it with a sense of isolation. A profound work that sets the reader thinking n ruminating. The world is indeed fast...we feel left behind often. A big 10