We're a handful of people in the bus
the door and windows are locked
widespread cold within us
we skate through serpentine roads
with each other—
heads dash and bodies collide.
Yet we don't spell any word
and, don't raise our heads for apology.
Through smartphone—
our indifferent eyes are interacting with the world.
Yet we are close enough but isolated,
we are distant but forsaken within ourselves
Like a puppet-
we smile, giggle and pant
we share loves, spill despairs
and, get impregnated with erotica.
If we trapped in these quagmires—
the God would tweet the news of our fall.

Poetry by Rajesh Budhathoki
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Written on 2018-05-03 at 07:57

Tags Technology  Loneliness  Outsider 

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It's the new way of life. People sharing experiences without acknowledging each other. The wonders of the modern age.
Well written.

I enjoyed the journey of splendid isolation, great first posting, welcome to The Bay.

An artful, well-constructed poem. Welcome!

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I admire your effort. Welcome to Poetbay, Rajesh. And keep writing!


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well thought out work, wonderfully expressed. Welcome to poetbay, Rajesh Budhathoki.
Ken (D Williams)