the mannequins

my mate is looking for soaps and hair oil

 he bargains for every penny

 his brain doesnt cease..

 

 i stumble around

 sharing vacant stares with smooth mannequins

 windowshopping as i have in  my life

 watching from afar...hands in jean pockets..

 hands off.. windowshopping...

 waves breaking at the distant beach..

 

 i am looking for someone who saw 

 and who knew..

 someone beneath the layers of fat 

 and months of cosy comfort

 

 

 arrogant words peep from t shirts

 but the mansize mirror interests me

 i am looking at the eyes of the skinny poet 

 who wrote behind bus tickets

 and fought over evening tea beneath asbestos tea shops

 who is now acid tripping in the security of an airconditioned life

 

i hear a seller boy

and i ask do you sell souls in your super market

poor guy!he has not been taught to say a no

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. haha ! ... seems you've been spending a lot of time in malls ... this is brilliantly written ... what amazes me the most is not your words ... but your tone ... you seem infuriated ... some time later ... you'll be amused ... i used to be angry too but now i just feel amused ... and then ... when i have time to reflect ... i think about what i could possibly do to make a difference ... and there is lots to do ... and the tiniest of efforts matter ...