Aye Aye..Gay We're

Aye....Gay We Are

This a gay nation
Floating helplessly heavy boats
Loaded with dreams
Laden with too many
passengers
Ferryboats
On rivers turgid...
Slick with disappointment
Disillusion
Disaster.

The man who got spiked
Staff reduction
The multinational way
To square up losses
And makeover
Golden bonuses
For CEOs must live
while widows and housewives weep...
LA dolce vita

Showering fake confetti
Pink slips of rejection
that festoon park benches
Unemployed visions
Of sudden riches
Gaily trampled
By the defecating dog...

Today
Both are strays.

One sleeps on the bench
The other below.
The canine bares teeth in subconcious hunger
games
Kicked and downtrodden...

The human cries out in gay dreams
Of becoming
A slum dog millionaire
Partaking too
At the feast
With no reckoning...

Yes he's gay as the mad hatter
In May
Recalling honeymoon days on
This self same park bench
Regaling his bride
With starry visions..
Starry icicles chisel sharp points of pain
Down the valley of dreams.

Here in India
Men hold hands
Walk down crazy paths
Paved with dreams
Caring sharing
Till gravel swallows
Confidences
And the gaping graves
Unman them.

Soul brothers... Friends...
Gay...
Not as a community
But in a communion
Knowing the path
Is rough
Gaping graves
Manholes and potholes
Life's lottery littered
With Ifs and buts
And so moment's comfort gained
Before the unendurable
End.

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(c)Amrita Valan 2015