Jester

 

jester

If laughter, indeed was the best medicine –
he surely was one of the finest doctors.
Being sad, and making the world think otherwise,
also placed him in the ranks of the finest actors.

Legendary was his wit, contagious was his charm…
thousands flocked to hear every word he spoke.
A cacophony of guffaws and giggles followed,
each time he adroitly cracked a classy joke.

His countless patrons loved and adored him,
for none but him could so lighten their spirits.
He basked in glory and swam in showered silver,
as jesters from far and near failed to match his wits.

Being sharp, he knew where a man’s funny bone lay,
and was adept at brewing new brands of comedy.
He became an obelisk of cheer for the crestfallen,
and they assiduously sought him as a voodoo remedy.

All was well – till his heart was pure…
and no innuendo of insult tainted his tales.
But that sweet poison called fame made him giddy,
as flattery began tickling him with its sculpted nails.

His ego soon catapulted to worrying heights,
and rancid narcissism swiftly took over his mind.
With a critic’s eye did he now see the entire world –
no longer was his humour guileless and refined.

Insinuations and insults became the new flavour,
of this new and hideous form that his humour took.
Half the world he called imbeciles; the other half idiots,
and darted towards their failings like a hungry rook.

He began to engage in mimicry – the diet of buffoons,
and turned the high and mighty into a caricature.
He lost all respect quicker than it was earned,
as a tragic fall got superimposed over his stature.

The very people who till then were fans of his wit,
now locked him under a discerningly cold gaze.
Up in lashing flames went that celebrated charm –
a sinister wave of resentment now numbered his days.

And when he died – a man-hater and a hated man,
Oft calling the world rogue, and oft being called knave.
The very man, who had lived to make people laugh,
had not a single soul to shed tears over his grave.

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NISHANK MEHTA  |  17.08.2009

True Lies

 

true lies

Unless I am mistaken, (which I know I am not)
Wouldn’t that be your seventeenth helping?
Do you hog food like this every single day,
or only when you are fed free at a wedding?

Welcome sir! Again with a new escort, I see,
Oh! she’s your wife – so you hurriedly say!
Then pray, who was that pretty curvaceous lady,
frolicking and fidgeting with you the other day?

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
I was merely sorting out contraries and confusions,
that you unwittingly spun around my eye.

What is that oddity that hangs by your wall?
‘It’s a Picasso!’, you growl with an indignant frown.
But then, why display your abysmal ignorance,
by hanging the blessed painting upside-down?

Why is it, that before every cocktail party you attend,
you Google up ‘global warming’ and ‘N-deals’?
Is it because you want to portray your intellect,
by talking authoritatively on issues in new-reels?

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
My humble senses had some misconceptions,
and I was only trying to find the reason why.

Ghosts! – you proclaim are nothing but bilge,
what Science can’t explain doesn’t exist.
Then, why was your face chalk-white last night,
when HBO was showing ‘The Exorcist’?

You roar at the fallacies of the government,
and sound your doubts over their integrity.
But, I have seen your stinking hands meet theirs,
when your bribes secure their shameless pity.

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
Your double standards had momentarily foxed me,
but now I have realized where your loyalties lie.

I have seen you often at those funky casinos,
gambling and gyrating with an imperious swagger.
But then, why do you become so tight-fisted,
when giving alms to a road-side beggar?

Your recent gym exploits did not go amiss,
your Page 3 press pets are certainly doing their bit.
But, amidst your devotion to golf and guitar,
you still have to squat when you want to shit.

Now, don’t be furious – I was merely curious…
Don’t permit your tempers to soar and fly.
You may be pretentious and humor yourself,
But how do you fool Him who patrols the sky?

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NISHANK MEHTA  |  01.07.2008