New Age Battle


01/11/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The distinct vibrations
Wake us up,
And we stretch and
Shove to shut it

There was a time
When a clock
Chimed or clanged,
Depending on the sire’s
Needs, to do the job.

The mighty, two headed,
Alarm clock was
Beaten to death by a new
Omnipresent device.

A humble start,
A never ending road,
And victorious it stands
Upon a usurped throne.

The clock knew it
Was beaten when its
Mono-tone, its jarring
Noise, was up against
The caressing whispers
Of the Fledgling

Portentous death in
Every snooze;
Driven nails upon the
Relic’s doom.

But the relic

It tried getting up.

It changed and
Mutated to adjust to the
Fickle men who held
The scepter.

One step for the
Antiquated veteran
Was answered with
A multi-pronged approach
Of the newer evil.

In snuffles and whimpers
It died its death;
The alarm in the clock,
Now an expression of fate
Rather than its use.

The battle done.
The victory old.
The corpse disappeared,
The greedy evil turned
Its stare towards
Newer grounds.

Clocks were done,
The wires gone,
The distance halved
Between the
Music store.

And now they
grabbed the tape,
Destroyed the film,
Unraveled the guts
And cut its length
To fashion newer wars.

The walkman died quicker
Than the
Hardy clocks.

After all, it hadn’t
Lived as long.

It gave up soon.

The new devilry reeked
 Of blood,
But we forgot.

After all, who
needed the aged
And the old.

When one is good for
Twenty, why let the nineteen
Take space?

Economics of space,
Concept of utility,
Facts of obsolescence.

All agreed with the
Ruptured trend.

The fallen needed to fall
For the newer

We welcome them
With arms wide open;
We know not
What comes next.

It won’t be us,
We say.
It’s growing fast,
We say yet again.

Siddiqui F.

NB: CCD, Agripada

One thought on “New Age Battle

  1. bushra says:

    Ha ha great and the ominous end too super.

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