Disease Poem by rinki nandy

Disease

what exactly happened on 25th june 2009,
what time was it when i was watching tv and saw in the headlines that “Michael Jackson is immortal”
a comment made by a fan i guess.
what attracted me with a huge, magnetic force towards you?
what exactly took 25 years for me to reach to that point of no return?
not that i never heard your name!
you were there all the time and i went blind,
no return from that magnetic power which attracted me with such intensity that i almost felt suffocated, some dense fog engulfed me.
Have i spent an hour not thinking of you?
Since that day,
have i got up from sleep and not wailed in self pity!
I am more than a fanatic if such a term exists, there should be one made for me.

I was heartbroken and unhappy with my life when i watched your movie for the third time
but just seeing you made me happy, felt like you are just there in front of me,
though you seemed frail, fragile and pale.
Wish i had magical powers to bring you back from time,
if only possible, i can't imagine what i would not to make you mine,
can't expect otherwise from a fanatic!

I am not a poet, am not trying to be one,
all i do is write straight from the heart, my brain's dead,
MJ poisoned it a few months ago.
The man i mentioned here, inspired me to be able to do what makes me happy, it keeps me going.
I was lonely and i am today, the difference is i don't feel alone anymore.
Guess i found what i was looking for in life,
for the first time, doing something makes me really happy.
People around me are amazed by my madness,
keep telling me that mj is dead and “you are sick”
I don't care what they say coz can't nobody feel the way i feel.
i guess that's how it is...................“Michael Jackson is the name of the disease” i got.



rinki nandy