I see the real

I see the real

Sitting in front of the mini T.V.
peel the just uprooted ,fresh
green leaves for the much awaited,
The tomorrow’s menu in the kitchen,
I watch the mega serial ,
actors with costumes, glitter
on the face, passion in their lips,
anger in their articulate words,
rants and cants , glycerine and tears
moving as much in realistic terms,
I become immersed in their show,
I am not drawn by the blow of
whistle , in the pressure cooker,
yet, I am not angry with the villain,
nor the jail warden, nor the
run away marriage,
Behind the curtain, there
is treachery, villainy
in basking smiles,
salacious looks, in around us.