the wall


turning away the undesirables,
walls are erected and crashed for a visual effect,
to distract the narrator (writing the agenda
for a proliferation of monetized views),
the mime (whitewashing the colored dreams
and allegories), the easy villain (the ruling executive
of the sunny side of the ocean view),
the adjacent actors of another play
(such conniving bureaucracy-plagued rats),

spreading chewed-up scripts across
the lines, reducing rubble to star-shaped tears
that the audience sheds in bitter spite
in another facade of care for loss
of territory (physical, emotional,
newsworthy) to the others.

walls are sky-high and ground-low,
allowing a jump across the plentitude of
warring sorrows, detracting
from the original propaganda of
a cornucopia themed global party.

still, they hold onto each other, share
embraces across the digital lines
that are wearisome of such laments,

zeroes and ones do not come in lieu of
the white privilege. it is the surge,
exhibiting the tranquil prosperity
of the “north”,

chanting neoliberalism mantras
for another market fall
(protectionism is the wall with spikes
and peaked nation-first promises),

as the trampled upon shores of
lands-exotica (tourist packages to
mull over the different smelling
waters of the developing and
the underdeveloped — everyone loves
“curry spice” after all) carry
the weight of stones, mining
soils and rocks and ores to
build a nice-safety-barrier
of a wall.

the audience is sorry to applaud
the dramatic that turns to caged positions
of unknown profiteering
in flouting those labour laws —

so fulfill the thirst from the blood that seeps down
the wall, and eat the flesh of the new world’s


© Anmol Arora 2018

For Midweek Motif at PU
Edit: After pondering over it for a while, I have deleted the description.
Image source (Neoliberalism by Tiago Hoisel)


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The rusty door creaked open.

“The house seems to be abandoned since forever.”

“It is spooky.”

“I like spooky things,” he held her hands grinning like a fool, which she adored and entered their abode for the summers.

“There will be so much work to do.”

“I have called for the workers. They will come tomorrow and make the place livable for us.”

They had reached the center of the lobby and took a look around at the ancient tapestry and crimson walls in the mid-afternoon light; the floor was bare but for a carpet bathed in dust and a grandfather-chair in a corner.

“This house is not haunted, is it?” she meekly asked.

“Oh yes it is.”

She gasped at the mad look in his eyes and that cruel smile, she had never seen before. She trembled from within as some red fluid appeared on his lips and he snarled.

She ran for the old rusty door but it was somehow locked. She hastily looked back but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh god… oh god…”

A loud banging sound resounded from somewhere. Tears appeared in her eyes, “Please save me… oh please!”
“What has happened to him?”

She crouched down still at that very position and felt a dull ache at her chest.

Some one was coming for her; she could hear the footsteps, soft but not silent on the carpet. They sounded distant. She was in a dream world; sweaty, her entire body numb but for the sharp pain at her chest and her ribs.

“Are you okay, darling?”
“I was just joking with some help from…”

She felt a soft touch on her face and she looked up at him, into his eyes, now completely normal, gazing at her with fear or was it love, she did not know. She closed her own eyes shut, never to open them ever again.

 *Written for the Trifecta Challenge.

31 December

I hope you all have a wonderful 31st December.. Party hard but take care- don’t start the new year with a hangover. Happy 31 December- the last day of the year… the last day of the diary marking 2012!

Begone this year

for there is another one

to take your place

on our desks

and in our diaries

and on our walls

and in our schedules

but you will still remain

somewhere within our hearts

in the form of memories

both good and bad

but you will not be lost


you will come back

in the night

and sometimes during day as well

to remind us

that you were there

to guide us forward

to the future.