A Chinese Whisper – The poem
Withdrawing in a mere choice
Subtle hint to metaphor some abandoned cry
A curve in your lips
To hide the faraway emotion
Why the mask of latent truth is so rude?
Every other day a new juxtapose
Tour to the unknown chemistry of split dry
But a bohemian elegy
Then some whirlpool of unspoken words
Why the rust of potent root is so crude?
Reality is a makeshift departure lounge
Then some smile factor is spread to hide the crease
Good bye to new moon
There is little ethereal essence to fulfil
Why the husk of resent growth is so loud?
Will you be able to satisfy the urge?
To be the culprit of denial and funeral of breeze
A few ruthless jargons
Then a free Chinese whisper to catalyse
Why the crust of present tassel is so brutal?
A choice to have a sedative to celebrate
Sleep is a hypnotic child of disharmonic freeze
Chaotic is the soothing comfort
The frozen zone of hitherto of rhyme
Why the crux of fossil time is so fragile?
A suicide of untold fortress of melancholy
But even a lie to the end of eternity yet so lucid
Blur was the portrait so perfect
But a cascade of split second passion
Why we tumble after the illusion called life?
You and me….
Grown on a Chinese whisper
Yet we have a root so far….
Then an orbit to go by…
An illusion to die for…
As the metaphor called destination is nonentity…
And the Chinese whisper is growing tall.
Let all your emotion to water the whisper….
The echo is crisp yet so passionate...
And we are still living the whisper so illusive !!!!!!