Art credit: @ottokim
(Change is constant, change is progress, change is revolution, change is evolution….Change is children forgetting to play in the gardens or even playgrounds.Change is, a mother forgetting to worry how dirty and messed up her child would be after play….change is so vast that I can hardly trap and concise them into my words. Still I have tried putting up a small vision of change through this short piece. Please read, enjoy and taste my writing. )
Tabs, Ps5 or 4, I hardly know…
Mobiles and Android I am well aware
with play store
And the range of apps, I can select, de-select,
With WiFi or Jio, it’s a lot easier
And play with my eyes stuck forever.
Gone are the days of the past
I am done with hurting my limbs or my arms
I can play and play for hours
Without running or getting tired
Immense pleasure is what I get
With my body, at full rest
My brain is working, I am well aware,
Continuing the flow of the game
O! Genius I have well played
Crossed so many levels.
To reach a point I so long desired
Sore eyes, vision blurred,
a few eye-drops
Round, square, minus or plus powered spectacles,
nice and trendy they go with my every clothes…..
Again do I play with my eyes stuck…
With only my two fingers
Clash of clans
or Subway surfers…….
I woke up and
Placed myself in front of the mirror
That carefully detailed my features
The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips and my hands
My spotted skin, few scars and freckles
My smile with teeth not visibly bright; few lost
My natural silver hair ,Few black dyed and artificial
They say my skin, thin and pale; loose and sagged breast.
I call it elasticity with
channels of blue nerves visible and
Every year the invisible artist sculpts
What people called wrinkles on my face
But I call them dimples
My eyes recently got rid of that cataract still nothing changed
And the power keeps on increasing
The skin isn’t the same like it was when my mother first breast-fed me.
That change is just permanent
My lips is forever sucked in. I find this a little weird, funny as my ears too droops.
But do not worry
Oh! it’s the gravity that has pulled it down.
No more does the blood river within me flows
The ascending years have mutated me
In a beautiful way. Still I am me the same person with my story unchanged.
I did not worry like the evil queen in Snow White and the seven dwarfs
Even when my mirror spoke and showed me the glimpses of my future days
Instead I was happy because
He who created me is an Artist and I myself his Art.
Having consumed so much of this Earth
I will still have nothing to repay her back
Except after my death,my decomposed self
Ready to merge with her;
Still ready and willing to turn each page
Thank God! you never age…