The Spectacle

First they call you exotic

And they adored you

They sung your praises

And showered you with fake love and kisses!

But your fake glories
And your pretensions,
Feed the weakness
So came the fangs!

Spreading lies
And rumours
Pieces by pieces
They tear you apart,
Then they kill you…
A bizarre spectacle!

But you stood up,
You walked, you protested
You cried, and you screamed -
To the glares of ignorant
The amusement of statues,
And you became, the spectacle!

Yet you picked yourself up
Gathering all the strengths left in you
To return back to that old home
In search of the love that you’ve known

Only, to come back
To strange pitiless eyes
And you became a spectacle
- and an eyesore!

In loathing you watched,
The constancy in the blankness
Of the ceiling, a fan spinning
A rope in your hand

Imagining,
A body, hanging
Still, quiet, lifeless -
A violent spectacle!

Yet you linger
For reasons you do not know.
For unseen, unheard, unreasoned –
Hidden somewhere, broken
Is a hope –flickering
Yet untouchable
To all the violence of this world!
And so, you linger…