What? Why? Who?

An article about today’s living and how everything has become computerised.

An old man said, “You don’t know anything. Some magicians look like us but they are very dangerous.”

“I would like to tell you one thing, Mr. Goyal. Woman can never come back home alive. In our society, home is not a place for breathing with relief; it is a museum full of troubles, difficulties, worries, perplexions, and agonies. It is a pair of fetters, liberation from which makes woman free forever and she never wants to come back home! Only defeated women take shelter in such places called home because they have nowhere else to go!”

“All men are equal. They easily get attracted to the wives of other men but if someone tries to talk to their own wives, they are jealous and furious.”

The first poem I’ve written in a long time… Not particularly satisfied with it, but it brings back fond memories of writing poetry at one in the morning…

Nothing is free. Everything needs money.

A poem that reflects on the sorrow that results from instant gratification in today’s society.

With my eyes wide open.

Post modern love.