Partially my angst!
Twitched along cracks those from shanty,
I see Lots of fate folded, scourged and
So to confer
Mere fissures of brooding nails but then partially, my angst
Of all big bellies with tooth inside
Pipes teeter along the red shisha,
of brown mint Chip-chat that wiped what I thought
And with a whiplash, all went
And travelled not so far
Still I knew not, the world but now
Partially, my angst
So the brittle bones hoped for
None more than something to hope for
The chimes throttle mushrooms and fig
the boots loiter around steel and tar!
The foray, but not fungible to
Partially, my angst
They say I have a double
Like janus, retaining none but conflict
Of two, of two rage inside A groaning wind and a plain wish
Partially my angst
Who clicked to forge the line
Unguided souls whimpered along
Touched with fate and to shoot so
The star, pricks lively life Besides, the dead
Partially, my angst
(Note: The poetry tries to underline some themes of technological violence in a poetic sensibility however the emancipatory potential of poetry renders itself meaningless as the dominant form of life abjures its relation with poetic existence.The trapping of digital media as it procure the world-picture has desensitised nearly every part of life. The double bind of technology as I hinted at it as “Janus” (double faced god) and its essence does not seep in like Poetry.”Chip-chat” , “Clicked” and other symbols manifest the theme however, the poem does not limit itself to it rather contains other symbols of our fractured lives.)
