Mamta showcases the razzamatazz and the sleaze of the showbiz.
Lights! Camera! Action!
An opulent set in a suburban film studio
A flurry of commotion
Nervous raw energy
Junior assistants and extras Competing as if in a rodeo
Roughing through Poverty, enchantment and exploitation
The cinematic roller coaster
Exuding perfect synergy 
Sheer joyous vitality
Despite deep fatality
The makeup man applies briskly
Face paint on artists without rank
The continuity guys go cahoots
Matching dress and accessories
from the previous day’s shoots
The muscular guards keep
Open mouthed fans at bay
The impatient clap boys
Want mahurat shot to begin without delay
A budding writer tired of endless fasts and visits
Downs a glass of cutting chai and bun
Quietly counting money to last the setting sun
The top actress steps out of the cool comfort of her vanity van
Heavily made up, pouting gel filled lips
Face unlined with tucks and nips
Her bust augmented with silicone
A heart beating faintly within walls of stone
Flaunting a short dress tad tight
The lead actor ignores her presence outright
Sensing her irritation
Elated his snub had hit the spot just right
The subtle nuances quickly noticed
A discarded wannabe starlet
Plan to seize him for the night
Conflict and conspiracy part of starry lives
Made more revealing by scandal seeking tabloids
An ageing Diva peeps from the side-lines
Wistfully exploring the fragility
Fleeting and fickle is success in the industry
The fading actress past her prime
Had seen lush and lucrative time
Distressed financially
Forced to live on doles
Lustily craving for strong, pivotal roles
Earning brickbats and spar
“She is even unfit to be my mother,” thundered the global super star
The producer
Upstart, flamboyant and loud
A pleasure seeking archer
Wizened and grey
Her former admirer 
Found an easy prey
Assured the erstwhile thespian
Of a chunky meaty part
In a mega project about to start
Slithering quietly into her private boudoir
The temporary shelf life
The mega stakes
The insecure filmy career
The crumbling trust
The sizzling chemistry
The simmering lust
The sordid sleaze
The cannibalistic sinner
The lingering taste of blood
The mighty predator
Ruthlessly devours
Warm flesh for breakfast, lunch and dinner
The orgy doesn’t cease
The lamb yet goes to slaughter Readily
Without unease.
©Mamta Joshi
Pic from Net.
Mamta Joshi did her post graduation in History from University of Allahabad. She writes short stories, reflective essays, prose pieces on everyday life in national dailies and international e-magazines. She writes with equal ease in Hindi. For over two decades, as a teacher of English in college section at SMC, Allahabad, she has been interacting with young minds, understanding their pulse and in turn being savvy on technology, fitness, fashion, humour and rumour too.
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