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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!’  
  
  
Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 7th Jan 2012
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