Lunch escapades upon lava planes
Knightsbridge’s scenic ideal, make-believe
Apathetic work routines, subjugated
By our overdraft mirage of sinkhole wealth
Our heart’s revolt, pulsing hollow mantras
Young n free, twenty-three
Bites of cyclicality’s meal-deal sandwiches
Flatlined pyramid, in plastic
Overtly sweet soft drinks
Salt n vinegar, crunchy crisps
As life’s flavour aesthetics
Pebbled paths tripping our soulless shoes
ID’s with growling smiles
Suited in mirror images of defeats, fumes
Choice’s, steep interest rates
Memory’s shadow whisps
Blurred escapism’s stargazing feats
Mercy’s, numbing sips
We never realised, this was us at our
… Best …
© L. B. Mek
January 2023
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The poem is a powerful commentary on the monotony of modern life and the struggle to find meaning and purpose.
thank you! how kind
(or at least a decent attempt, to)
lol
yet that monotony deceives some of us
busy running to that awaiting, better
we seldom realise, those youthful days
of naïve vehemence
were as good as it could ever get
👍👍
Hey brother Mek,
Mr. Rehman simultaneously took the words from my mouth and stole my thunder ..
I can only add that you have incorporated so many wish I had got there first lines, that the whole thing, is greater than the sum of its parts ........ Neville
ha, ha!
'wish i had got there first, lines'
love that! i so relate
guess that's what makes our beloved MPS
such a potent home for poet's
and wannabe's
sparking motivation and inspiration
from our collective progress
one scribbler at a time!
thank you Hyung
We peaked a while ago. Good observations.
thanks, glad you could relate
although, less about peaking I think
more about, our general circumstances
back then, we assumed success
would afford us all we wanted
and failure meant life was over
neither, works out so black n white
sadly
most of life, is as grey as our winter skies
a feat to just survive our daily grind..
but, back then
we were a little less aware
meaning we hoped, a little more fervently
and aspired as if, 'will' alone
could grant us our rewards
sadly
it's hard to go back to that mindset
after life's bruises have taken their toll ..
at least that's what I think, still
'what do i know'
lol
Your wonderfully descriptive words paint the true picture of "different day, same existence". The thought must run through many a head upon rising each morning. Wonderful observations and a great write my friend!
I just adore your comments,
always so meaningfully insightful
and worded so accessibly eloquent
thank you! for gracing my humble scribbles
dear cherished friend
Our best is always there to come Mek.
Andy
yeah, I agree Andy
but if/when we get there,
we're usually carrying
a little more baggage
and so we can never
reverse
life's inevitable, wear n tear
even if we evolved and got stronger
a part of me thinks
we had it best, when we knew
a little less
when our lungs, breathed-in hope
a little easier
and exhaled levity, a little more..
(or maybe i'm just rambling as usual)
lol
Beautifully put. Thank you for sharing, your poems always move me deeply. I will be revisiting this one often.
how kind, so glad you enjoyed the read
and could relate
thank you! for your encouraging words
dear poet
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