The Real Smile

Curtains open, audience ready, lights over a 'business suite' - 

Like every Tuesday nights, over a 'flourishing' temple.

Yes! The same temple bustled by single-way arrows in pursuit,

Harnessing black hoods hidden in color of bittersweet people.

The temple where 'chocolate' as currency and attire of unlit pair of boot

'Purchases' dreams by wishing in ample

To the beautified Stone, the 'Master of Fruit'-

In an eternal temporary face shadowed by 'these' costumers.

Nevertheless, my legs walked the length of this Nether,

My brain though with reactance drifted through the circuit:

Main-gate to pathway, pathway to stairs,

Stairs to the doors and doors opened in 'Factory'.

Yes, a factory! A factory where are trees

'Systematically' slaughtered with machine line of creepers -

Like in chill, moon ashen unaware behind pervasive mists.

Following the door, a line of people fallen for bait

Stretched in this open rattrap, where to 'Cheese Executive', 

Its mice bows, paying souls and buying hopes

On grounds about to collapse

Caused by tectonic plates abnormal

Owing to the darkened light oscillating high,

And broken will lie the buildings

built on delicate feathers.

Coldly past crossing all the processes involved,

A path back to the doors I started reflecting

Grazing the theories of clown

On which great tigers surrender.

Funny! great chimps lording over 'lotuses'

Stood defeated by.......

A Stone! A talismanic Boulder!

Upon reaching the doors, I glimpsed over a man -

A tall 'man' carrying on his head

An expanse of closed-open lands vast

But shrouded the stayed the boundaries by the eerie forest.

And ew! 'Tobaccofied' rabbit teeth and eyes-

Eyes hiding his de Broglie nature

When they catches the first person insane.

Wait-wai-........Oh! Streams flood in

From the neighborhood primeval

Where I glanced the last drying rills

Of my childhood entropic

Burning under effulgence of the sun

Lost under the thunderous dark clouds.

Moments struck of the man as he

In his diplomatic fervors used to accompany us

In ties familiar in the locality my mind idealizes still.

My egg-tail pairers who went with me to this Dol Guldor -

Or should say unfortunately I went with them-

Talked to this baldly uncle, devoid of hair and 'its tip'.

Finishing up, his lenses caught my eyes 

Like dark sparkling meets another dark dull.

But seeing time slipping so hard, less talks

Accompanied with hand shakes, the man bade

With cheeks overly-stretching , a smile so expiry.

Doodles 'A Zorua!' my mind, thinking

A walrus mustache on a rabbit mouth,

And jaggery grown in thirty-two mills.

Though hid annoyance behind my poker face,

Still not a Zoroark, my emotionless gaze.

Can't even light upon this joker face

Created by eyes and nose

Beneath a dry garden, and not to forget-

The role of 'A Fake Smile'.

Further rolls the camera,

Crossing past the draught,

Stair by stair, stairs to the door,

Doors leading to a gravelly path,

Open outside the main-gate,

And follows a road, leading to the car.

But wait!..........Another call!

One level flames cooling hopelessly

Under the ashes of the second and third

And exempted brooding under 

The almighty house of fourths;

He was in a blue dirty dress,

Carried a weak sack adding to weight

On his back unfortunate.

A 'salesman' he is from a different business

Selling toys and joy, cutting life for his kinsmen

Outside the temple where 'they' believe

Are set the equations.

Not only the peels, for the seeds

Also expresses his swollen grief

Seeming slight madness of mind in his body skinny

And mental constitution in his vocal stature unclear

plus the ungroomed profound grey hairs

Adding to lost equilibrium in his legs weaker.

Alas! more fearful feelings for this friend

Whom parents deemed to be another neighbor

From the same place where my innocence hurt dead.

Perhaps life took a harsh turn

And took him to roads dusty

From flourishing city streets

And made his dailies D-days

Struggling every now taming his tummy.

May the Stone gets him his daily bread!

That day when our trajectories met

With his ends still unmet, he came calling worriedly

No toys sold that day, no rupee earned

From the people wasting 'chocolates' unnecessarily.

It had something different in it,

A call full of verities it was,

A deep desperation to eat so daunting.

At once these all moved me and at second

It made the exchanges in our pockets

And sold me a memory tightly instilled

In my forgetful Compact Disc still working.

The act of his shaky hands accepting

Eruption tonight of my 'sheepness' unexpected

And his broken voice telling something out of reach.

But his sparkling eyes, like stars twinkling

Fallen on island, covered this instant within seawater sweet

And his smile bringing in the comfort

Pouring Miruvor endlessly from heavens

In my translucent glass too small to hold it all - 

The wonderful expression unable to stay complete 

In my eyes -  conveyed it all.

More than a month passed now

Till today, the day of its scripting

And still transparently my mind thinks of it -

The alive eyes, the hopeful smile, the soothing expression-

The only one pearl amongst flashbacks of

All the dreary shells.

Now its time for curtains to close

But every Tuesday, they open again eagerly

In these strong 'chilly winds',

Just for the tinge of this warm latent

Lurking soulfully behind 'The Real Smile'.

( Based on my real experience)

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