Tag: farce

VERSE | I FEEL OUT OF TOUCH

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, satire, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment

For all the times when writer’s block has dammed the flow of words. Like a beaver it plugs the essence, but like a force of nature, the floods of creativity bring those dams crashing down. Again and again, hope shimmers at the end of every one of those bottlenecks.

I feel out of touch 
A tad bit rusty 
Cranky and creaky
Tinny and such 
The words clump together 
With a grind and a grate
I wonder if a month away 
Has dulled my tapestry of verse 
Shimmering skeins that advance and traverse 
Embroidering and stitching 
Notions and qualms
Into billowing storms 
Into rippling, sashaying ribbons of calm 
Bewildering phrases that make me guffaw 
Festering sentences painful and raw 
In bobbing waves with lacy edges
In crashing, lashing, tearing deluges 
In twinkling stardust upon my page 
My blinking cursor running away 
With the train of my thoughts to the drum of my heart 
Laughing, singing, assuaging an ache 
Grieving, weeping, caught in the wake 
I wonder if my keyboard, unstirred, unscathed
For two score nights and forty days 
Has borne my quickening string away.
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VERSE | PHILOSO-FARCE LAND

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, satire, verse, womenwriters, writing2 Comments 
I’m sitting here feeling bright 
Home with the family 
Conversation is easy and light 
And then on comes the telly

I try to talk over its 
Loud and aggressive tone 
Political talk shows cutting
Razor-slicing through the calm 

I want to look away
From this soulless carnival
But the addiction to this madness 
Is deep-rooted, farcical

Dante would have short-fused 
A few neurons, chomped some grass 
To see the Inferno he’d imagined
Come so brutally to pass 

Sartre would have grinned 
In self righteous satisfaction
Hell really was other people 
And their insidious interactions 

Nietzsche would have conclusively 
Summarily declared
That we’ve given up on heaven 
And created hell instead 

Turning in his class-conflicted
Grave would be Karl Marx 
Seeing history do its rewind 
As tragedy and then as farce 

Freud would have slyly winked
And then chortled cheekily 
To watch our IDs and EGOs
Play out their crazy fantasies

The philosophers and sages 
Of times gone by, days of old 
Are seeing the fruition of
Their theories, mad and bold 

So now I’m sitting here feeling
Like the world has dropped upon 
My shoulders, pulverising me
Mind and body, heart and soul.