It was crowded.
And there were
And there were
thermocol snowflakes
hanging from
hanging from
the domed ceiling.
There were
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.
Some gloating exhibits.
Others gaping onlookers.
They were holding hands
with their own mirror selves
and leading them on
through a magical mystical
through a magical mystical
material mist.
And as they tried on
their self worth
in mood-lit trial rooms
their self worth
in mood-lit trial rooms
they looked optimistic
and a manic gleam
shone in their eyes.
shone in their eyes.
Like stars captured
and shut away
in ribbon tied
gift wrapped prisons.
More things could make
things better they felt.
More things could make
things better they felt.
I too turned over a tag
and thought to myself.
Oh look!
They are giving away
They are giving away
happiness at a discount.
And frankly,
at that moment,
at that moment,
it seemed affordable.
7 comments:
You should try spoken word poetry !
coincidentally i actually did try recording this one!
Nice. Especially.. "Gloating exhibits" & "tried on their self worth".. Kick ass!
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.
Pure genius.
"As they tried on their self worth in mood lit trial rooms" - I really liked this line. A lovely poem.
Just read all the new comments here... Upma di, Samir kaka, Nicole.. Thank you so much... Really glad you all liked the poem :)
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