Ceremoniously sharpened wrought iron knife,
His deity of duty, just taken out from the
Ayudha pooja , Viswakarma ritual,
Spot on the tender meat, ripping apart ,
Such a perfectionist executor he seems,
Flawless cuts even in his deepest sleeps!
Violent tearing jet of gushing acoustics,
Irritating even the slightest ear chords,
Imagine, it’s music to the ears, to the other one,
He’s God personified to the other one,
The one always like an ardent disciple,
On his aisle, with the humbled disposition,
Gleaming eyes, filamentous spiny
Moustaches, rather a vase on the face
The felinity obscured by a meditating innocence,
All focussed on his locus -the chopped bits torqued in air ,
Bits of meat are worth his lifetime wait,
A curious wait with a grabbing hope
Short time satiety though worth the wait!
This cat wait is no catwalk or a cake walk,
For it’s the entire hard earned wait against all
His God man’s abuses .crow-dog fightings,
Personified with politeness yet aggressive and alert!

Just nearby another cemented platform mound,
Lucky one I would define, always a profound
Palanquin for a rustic beauty queen of unique sorts,
Whom I ever spot her only at the hours of twilight,
Her glimmering lipshades and flashing drapes.,
Involuntarily pulling at ease all eyes’attention,
Irony though are her floating eyes in mourning lyrical ,
One can feel her hapless heart in spite of her lustrous wait ,
A wait that she never wants to realise the fruition,
A wait still which has to end up in shameful body edition !

Next street corner, my milestone for years,
Is a haunting bony face,old and frail,
seated with a grace, on his coveted Ferrari
of his life, the sliding hand pulled rickshaw!
He looks uploaded with loads of acute solitude ,
Sadness and gloom mapped all over with no gratitude,
His unblinking eyes and a big black mole right on the nose,
Makes him a roughened stone face, yet one would melt on
His dry straw hairs and banyan-lungi with innumerous holes,
He too waits for those eyes in the crowd, who can make
A hail, just for his mere penniless hand to mouth life..
He seems to wait, not just for that, but wait for
Something more, not a mere traveller, but a
Life changer carrier who can profusely not,
atleast diffuse a small speck of his forgotten dreams,
childish cheers and a deck of simple happiness !
A wait wrapped inside his wait is what I see in
The poor man’s eyes, so cloudy and hazy.

All too short, lost a loved soul, many out there
Just like me , who too wait for a long long haul,
which even the wondrous wait too weep and envy!
Wait my mind,let me wonder what is wait,
Hope and time, both the entities of extreme
Abstracts fused into a frame and theme,
Time runs wild with no stops and stones,
Hope unstunned remains to make the wait
Just elongate and reach almost infinite
A wait like a tabulated anorexic diet,
so severe, crude and a life-taking ticket,
A wait so obscure still it promulgate
Its longevity, leading to its calm continuity,
Starting like a trivial infinitesimal into an
Enormously self-swallowing infinity !


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