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The Maul
Sprawling concrete
crawling with
figures.
Here.
There.
Evanescent
Hurried, harried,
happy, hapless
A psyche-relic maze,
psycho-somatic daze
Laws of the universe
at play.
Flaws of 'beau monde'
on display.
Mannequins.
Queens.
Akin.
Skins brushing
Skin glowing
Brilliant masks.
Furtive gazes
Overflowing serotonin.
And overgrowing hopelessness.
Hidden beneath Maybelline
And numerous intangible shells
Of deceit
and unreal joy!
Plastic
everywhere.
Radio
nowhere.
Tears. Smiles. Money.
Doing the rounds.
All around.
Events amidst
pulsating sound-
of promotion of lifestyle.
With stark projections of full smiles
Money spent on
getting money spent
The cycle.
The circle.
Never ending and full.
With buoyant faces
and deep pockets
Filling up their
Closets.
And hiding themselves.
sometimes
When the ghouls growl from
the mirror
Racist hoarding and
racy hoarding-
hobnob, in static hope.
Uniformed sales girls stare.
The hollowness.
The desperation.
Or the three week sales tutorial?
Who has the time?
‘Priciest commodity’
They all have.
We all have.
Wi-Fi confinement.
Hi-Res refinement.
Definite moments and
kodak moments
High fives and bear hugs
Frantic attempts of togetherness
Exhibitionism. Voyeurism.
Sadness. Madness.
Groping hands and
suppressed grins
Urgent need and base greed.
And the rat-tat-tats of Kalashnikovs
with tiny fingers pressing the trigger.
As bodies fall on the ground
With scattered lead in their head.
The winner with the maximum count of dead's
Adipose delivered generously in the back.
With extra cheese
to fill the hollowed crack
In your skin.
In your being.
So you could come back later
Liposuction Clinic down below
All in tandem.
All is well.
Liberalization and cross ‘culturalization’
Rotation of resources
Detection of smiles,
on LCD Screens.
As the eyes fail to register them
Technology making a mockery
of existence
Showing you
inside out
As you do shopping in
and out
‘Grade-A’ polythene baggage,
in exchange of emotional baggage
And a bag of dark chocolate
For a night-dark and desolate
Business deals and one night stands
Clumsy pecks and innocent demands
And those little sleepy eyes,
scanning the deep neck floral skirt
Work of art?
Overpriced?
Sleazy?
None of these?
Options and more of them!
All around
Price, taste, quality, number-all in all
Money back guarantee!
Enter at your own risk
Step on the elevator and
elevate yourselves
as you step
Door to door.
Face to face.
Enquire. Acquire. Require. ‘Esquire’
Tantalize. Titillate. Improvise. Advertise
Day in and day out.
Multiple universes
Working like clock work.
As the forms of formless men
walk, crawl beneath high power cameras
For shoplifters of goods
But no one bothers about those,
who make a run with a booty-
of stolen happiness.
Enough for the week!
Enough for the weak!
The circle of life.
The circle of strife
‘Phir Milenge, Chalte Chalte!’
crawling with
figures.
Here.
There.
Evanescent
Hurried, harried,
happy, hapless
A psyche-relic maze,
psycho-somatic daze
Laws of the universe
at play.
Flaws of 'beau monde'
on display.
Mannequins.
Queens.
Akin.
Skins brushing
Skin glowing
Brilliant masks.
Furtive gazes
Overflowing serotonin.
And overgrowing hopelessness.
Hidden beneath Maybelline
And numerous intangible shells
Of deceit
and unreal joy!
Plastic
everywhere.
Radio
nowhere.
Tears. Smiles. Money.
Doing the rounds.
All around.
Events amidst
pulsating sound-
of promotion of lifestyle.
With stark projections of full smiles
Money spent on
getting money spent
The cycle.
The circle.
Never ending and full.
With buoyant faces
and deep pockets
Filling up their
Closets.
And hiding themselves.
sometimes
When the ghouls growl from
the mirror
Racist hoarding and
racy hoarding-
hobnob, in static hope.
Uniformed sales girls stare.
The hollowness.
The desperation.
Or the three week sales tutorial?
Who has the time?
‘Priciest commodity’
They all have.
We all have.
Wi-Fi confinement.
Hi-Res refinement.
Definite moments and
kodak moments
High fives and bear hugs
Frantic attempts of togetherness
Exhibitionism. Voyeurism.
Sadness. Madness.
Groping hands and
suppressed grins
Urgent need and base greed.
And the rat-tat-tats of Kalashnikovs
with tiny fingers pressing the trigger.
As bodies fall on the ground
With scattered lead in their head.
The winner with the maximum count of dead's
Adipose delivered generously in the back.
With extra cheese
to fill the hollowed crack
In your skin.
In your being.
So you could come back later
Liposuction Clinic down below
All in tandem.
All is well.
Liberalization and cross ‘culturalization’
Rotation of resources
Detection of smiles,
on LCD Screens.
As the eyes fail to register them
Technology making a mockery
of existence
Showing you
inside out
As you do shopping in
and out
‘Grade-A’ polythene baggage,
in exchange of emotional baggage
And a bag of dark chocolate
For a night-dark and desolate
Business deals and one night stands
Clumsy pecks and innocent demands
And those little sleepy eyes,
scanning the deep neck floral skirt
Work of art?
Overpriced?
Sleazy?
None of these?
Options and more of them!
All around
Price, taste, quality, number-all in all
Money back guarantee!
Enter at your own risk
Step on the elevator and
elevate yourselves
as you step
Door to door.
Face to face.
Enquire. Acquire. Require. ‘Esquire’
Tantalize. Titillate. Improvise. Advertise
Day in and day out.
Multiple universes
Working like clock work.
As the forms of formless men
walk, crawl beneath high power cameras
For shoplifters of goods
But no one bothers about those,
who make a run with a booty-
of stolen happiness.
Enough for the week!
Enough for the weak!
The circle of life.
The circle of strife
‘Phir Milenge, Chalte Chalte!’
Published 22nd Nov 2011
| Edited 7th Jan 2012
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29th Nov 2011 1:47pm
information, sensory overload! Modern life and living...good job, Sumeet, LightBringer.
29th Nov 2011 7:54pm
Grace
This is the first time
someone has called me
by my name.:) That made
me smile.
And yes, I knew you would
feel this at many levels.
I am not dissappointed.
Light,
S:)
This is the first time
someone has called me
by my name.:) That made
me smile.
And yes, I knew you would
feel this at many levels.
I am not dissappointed.
Light,
S:)
