Such blank verse

Such blank verse
So difficult to transcribe
So insane to imagine
So isolated to fear
So important to  say
so idiosyncratic, so mere

Such blank verse
so heavy to bear
bottled inside like a sprightly tiger
in  a decaying cage
snarling at the light that intrudes
admiring the articles of faith
which roll out like a carpet to welcome the King of the Day

Such blank verse
The verse that is as blank as the shots
fired in a teleplay
This is not poetry, this is make-believe
Just articulating blank thoughts
no heavy weathered responsibilities here,
just a few bored
lockdown endured teenagers her
Well-fed, well clothed
but bored
the Facebook, the insta, the snappest of chats,
looking for some action
and some fun
This would endure long enough that they were barred with
This  blank verse which roams the tickers
of news channels
premature
Rumors you say
confirmed sources they say
amongst the wailing of the sirens and some deathly hush
between the foot and footages
our animal instincts and our cages which struggle to restrain them
Oh what fun!!

But if we were to bare this verse to the mirror
Surely the question would arise
Who is the blankest of them all?
Surely a ghazal in Raag Darbari
would be more melodic, more graceful, more smooth,
But alas our thoughts
our existential crises
do not rhyme
ou minds remain blank, pitch dark blank
bracketed with Prince Hamlet
disdaining both Shah ka Musahib
and Shash jo Risalo alike
Better to be blank than otherwise

Such blank verse
does envelop me in a blank shrouds
in parties and hostile crowds
Where with a balding head and a protruding paunch
the whispers on the side, that tilt towards a snide
Has he ________
Would he ________
Is there any _______ for him
Maybe its the blankness I sought
The prelude to all thoughts.