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Today I got some sense about time
how it has changed in last few thousand days.
All windows before seven are now closed.
Even those windows which were new
just ten thousand days ago
are now obsolete!
How many days make a life?
How many days have I lived so far?
Do I represent the computer stone age?
Yes,this is a perfect truth.
I came to this world even before the word
computer had come to exist.
Today I have sensed my ten years old
new computer has become obsolete!
There is almost no hope left but a change
Or I will fail to raech you everyday alive.
Unlike my aged eyes which can still see
unlike my aged mind which now works even better
unlike my heart which is still feeling so young
this computer has lost its game of life to the newbies.
At least seven windows is a must to rhyme with you
in words and graphics,in speed and rhythmn
or I myself will soon become invisible,dead.
But this is not my wish.
Showing great mercy to my old friend
and showing greater sympathy to my pocket
I will keep some organs of this machine
like the cabinet and display
the speakers and mouse
and maybe the keyboard too till it lasts
as memento of our pleasant companionship
For how many years were my first love alive?
For how many days did live the second?
Hoping no much good news would be pouring
into my pockets even in coming days and years
I have made a detailed plan with the technician
how we will keep many scopes to upgrade
its heart and lungs,eyes and mind
even for better to cope up with the time.
I still wanna dance with the newbies
and dance even better to show it and record
how this man has lived with the time
which has never been too fair to him altogether.
Who says there need be two
three or more ? Grammar?
I am the last person to speak about me.
If right hand is unfit for the mouse
it can be the left.
The mouse is made ready for this adjustment.
Both right and left fingers play well
on the keyboard
and the mind over the screen.
Thoughts can still be converted into words
and words into a poem.
A plastered hand is no constrain.
But the real problem is somewhere else
and my poem is not finished.
Yes,this is true.
There was no book for me in the book-fair.
Though I was attracted to a few
they were very expensive.
My daughter was with me
and my aged look which goes with me
cigarettes eat a big chunk of my budget
and I have no book shelf at all.
This will be a very tall tale if I go on narrating
I often think I was very rich
when I was unemployed.
I don’t remember now who they were
but certainly there were quite a few ghosts
who would supply me money to buy books
which I wanted to buy.
This time I was prepared to buy some poetry
but I found
the booksellers were not conscious about me.
21,700 results in 0.24 seconds
for “writing is my destiny”
and I am sure it will increase.
I will be one of 21,701.
You maybe already there
or appear next to me.
“reading is my destiny”
only 0005 results in 0.50 seconds.
You need not be upset.
Readers are not writers
So Google fails to locate.
Not that I don’t want to go.
This is our social obligation that we do
Let the invitation come
either from your or my
relatives or friends
Let this be an invitation for
a marriage ceremony or betrothal
We need respect every invitation jointly
I don’t care how you explain
or you don’t care how I do
I have an old complaint
and now I myself am old.
I have explained it so many times
and now I want you go alone
and do it yourself.
via Explaining absence.
I hate news.
They are all bad.
Read my poems
if you should, read
for no reason known
or merely understood.
Or, I’ll wait
for someone else
years or decades.
Maybe for centuries
to find me alive
in my words.
Life of a poet
is better wasted writing
for someone else