Cosmeticity
By Samantak Bhadra, 12th Apr 2012 | Follow this author
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There is no meaning in the way we lead our life right now. We are blindly running in circles. We live in a cosmetic city. There is a need to break free.
Cosmeticity
I stand in the middle of a playground
And the players move around me
I look at them and sigh
Do they even realize that they’re aging?
They are busy trying
A futile attempt to win
They have rules made by them
They have defined happiness too
They want to master the unconquerable
All the while being slaves themselves
They run in a circle
Believing that there is an end
I cannot stop my laughter
Neither can the birds in the sky
They are the dominoes
Who are controlled not by themselves
They live in a cosmetic city
A city in their minds
My feverish hands call out
But they pay me no heed
I am, after all, one of them
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13th Apr 2012 (#)
This is very good indeed, well written.
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13th Apr 2012 (#)
Thank you for the appreciation, jennyreeve. :)
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15th Apr 2012 (#)
The title attracted me to this page. Its very creative coinage, I think.
And the poem's quite appropriately spun with the thoughtful images.
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16th Apr 2012 (#)
Excellent dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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16th Apr 2012 (#)
Thank you for the encouraging words, Rathnashikamani. :)
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16th Apr 2012 (#)
Thanks Subhadip :)
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