Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Shoppers

It was crowded.
And there were 
thermocol snowflakes
hanging from
the domed ceiling.
There were 
glass windows,
mannequins, 
ice cream cups,
coffee smells, 
paper bags,
reindeers, 
ringing bells,
polished floors 
and bright lights
like stars captured 
and shut away 
in chandelier prisons.
And there were people.
Some gloating exhibits.
Others gaping onlookers.
They were holding hands 
with their own mirror selves
and leading them on
through a magical mystical 
material mist.
And as they tried on
their self worth
in mood-lit trial rooms
they looked optimistic
and a manic gleam
shone in their eyes.
Like stars captured
and shut away
in ribbon tied
gift wrapped prisons.
More things could make
things better they felt.
I too turned over a tag
and thought to myself.
Oh look!
They are giving away
happiness at a discount.
And frankly,
at that moment,
it seemed affordable. 

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

You should try spoken word poetry !

Nivedita Agashe said...

coincidentally i actually did try recording this one!

Rahul said...

Nice. Especially.. "Gloating exhibits" & "tried on their self worth".. Kick ass!

Upma Arora said...

I have always enjoyed reading your poems but never got around to mention it to you.. Very proud of you!

My fav bit:
I too turned over a tag
and thought to myself.
Oh look!
They are giving away
happiness at a discount.

samir garde said...

Pure genius.

nicole said...

"As they tried on their self worth in mood lit trial rooms" - I really liked this line. A lovely poem.

Nivedita Agashe said...

Just read all the new comments here... Upma di, Samir kaka, Nicole.. Thank you so much... Really glad you all liked the poem :)