And yet again!
At the stroke of midnight
the world now no longer sleeps.
Half the world is on phone
wishing birthday because we are so many.
The modern lifestyle makes our day busy
and gifts us a difficult sleepless night
when we hunt for love
romance and some sympathy.
Calls don’t drop here
because you have a lot of money.
Our fathers still sleep with our mothers
But, some fathers sleep with other’s mom.
Waiting for one’s own husband is not punk
Some husbands are still driving drunk.
The little one wakes for a suck
and the nanny sleeps with a smirk.
But, the music is too loud here
the music of piercing silence beneath the noise of scandal
the music of starving belly and decaying wish
the music of sobbing hearts born out of true love.
the music of collapsing hope and failed attempts
all borne out of
lack of strength and lack of belief
lack of new arguments in the lover’s tiff
lack of healthy innocent smiles
that could fill our heart and light our dreams.