The face and its captivity
The chest and its lure
The clavicles and their accentuation
The distant shoulders and their
broadness
Overshadowing neighbours, them.
Never give their dues to the part
which longs
for the occasional vestigial touch
of either a facewash or a body wash
ofttimes getting none of them washes,
rather having bestowed an identity crisis
That crowned head seated in power
inside the head
can be a pinch more acknowledging of
its subjects’ woes –
of that of the connecting rod which
supports its throne,
while handing out royal decrees like
which subjects would bear the brunt
of budget cuts in makeup.
The crown’s order is as if to penalise
this liaison officer repeatedly
for sometimes making its world spin
(despite it steering clear of spin class),
while it clearly overlooks the
contribution
of its own gizmo addiction to the
spinning.
The ruler’s bias runs deeper than its
convolutions.
Even overruling the popular opinion of
conferring the go-between
with the ‘Assist of the year’ award
Respiration, balance, protection,
posture,
chewing, swallowing and some more
Save your neck as they say
It is known to cook a variety of mania in vampires.
If there be multiple rounds in a
contest
and only one win written for me
may it be the first one
was a deal I was trying to seal with
the almighty,
knowing well my staunch willpower
still couldn’t help me overpower
the demotivation caused to me by a
loss.
I adore those who try hard
Those, who seldom taste success
despite hard work
like when I was at my best when I used
to join
professionals in their running
practice
though I was out of breath in minutes
that were few as fingers.
When I chose to spend my hard-earned
holidays
joining a trek even when
my short legs didn’t allow for much
ascent.
My moneyed friend was clearly
fabricating impediments for herself to overcome.
She had arrived at a comprehension
that without them,
the jubilation of living her
privileged life was lost.
Thus, she decided to stay in a hostel
with me
and earn some pocket money to pay for
it
by joining my line of work
and renouncing her holidays in the
exotic waters.
I revel in sulking from a vantage
point
when the others have disappointed me
for the reason that it doesn’t happen
often now
like it did when I was a kid
and I was always one up –
with anything I wanted delivered
effortlessly to me
but even so with much effort from
others.
My diminishing concentration is
burning my educational degrees
slowly, as does hard, partially wet
timber
What would be a drug for my volatile
mind?
An OCD perhaps?
Of being fixated on one trail of
thought.
The confounding conundrum remains to
be,
Choosing that sole trail for me.