Stuttering speakers, competitive debaters, hesitant moderators, echoes.
Lunch expectations, spectators seem psychos,
Sly stares of organizers, all around anti-machos.
Around a table, staid ghostly knights sit,
Ramble, take decisions, irrelevant, immodest,
Listeners in short supply, flatterers attest fast.
Long queue, doctor let me bypass it,
The patient waiters resented strong.
Apologized; knew had to hurry to death.
You, icon of intellectual brilliance,
Wrote your first alphabets in innocence,
With your tusk on the mountain bulwark,
Rubbed imposing forehead with vermilion mark,
Flaming gold mud showered all over your back,
Encroached , moved in heat, saw herd pack,
Matriarchal group habitat in threat, a retreat,
Hannibalian warrior now in eco- defeat,
Hides deep, detached, wrestled male misfit,
The solo rogue slogs with logs in river, repeat,
Aged matriarchs sway their ears flap to relate,
Trunk rested on little tusk as water trudge acute,
They wait to spirit away the departed,
Drought to abate then trunk call, the trumpet.
You know your strength, you decide not to humiliate,
Greatest victories are when you lose deliberate.
Bonuses to grant loans; to restructure them,
Discretionary lending powers used, misused,
The abusive slide, deafening toll of bells.
Socrates, your unpaid outstanding debt,
Civilizations impoverished by financiers, meetings, sermons, caveat,
Parthenon defiled by credit raters.
Invest in hope of return,
You hope to multiply dividends and value,
Common denominator is unrequited loss.
Each potential groom seeks the gorgeous,
The pretty, the lovely, the sensuous.
She is only a sincere aspirant to beauty,
Hides not far away from the genre of the ugly.
The beauty parlours do not seem much help,
Cosmetic managers and adverts are out of step.
For her, every man a vain charmer,
With furtive look an invitation , a stare,
Not a word a ray, a straw; each an obsessed self,
All that they seek are looks, passion and pelf,
That which she cannot subsidise,
She is the harbinger of nothingness,
Her search sorrows are no commendations,,
Her longings are no recommendations,
Her miseries are wrinkled commiserations.
She is the silent, enduring majority-
Beauty at heart;, love is at a discount to parity.
Cosmetic management, beauty on hoardings, soap wraps,
Loveliness to trade-
Every woman to persuade.
Majority consumers are not beautiful.
I dined some nights on rice borrowed,
At a village grain shop had an overdraft,
I went there at dreary dusk,
In stealthy steps, at hour dark,
Clinging on to my little brother’s supportive hand ,
A basket of anxieties writ all over our weary forehead,
Fleeing from our Dad’s lenders on prowl,
At every nook, a shadow, bamboo tall,
The shopkeeper bent, stooped, so kind yet,
His deformed, toothless smile does memory hurt-
He never sought repayment,
Knowing our unknown fate,
Whispered me to study hard,
Never a word of slight or plight,
We owe a debt, to accumulate,
The trust and its interest.
I now search for him, to repay.
The shop has disappeared.
He was too kind to last.