Celebrity Syndrome

We adore God,
Adding the spice of epics to religion.
When man matters more than God,
We praise him loud with our body.
By the folding hands and prostrating feet.
It is because, the manuals of the murky mind,
Are concealed under the mask of body blowups.
All kinds of adoration are the offshoots of
Genetically modified human behaviour.
Celebrities are demigods here,
Donning charisma, or the corpus of cosmetics,
That customizes their celebrity foundation,
With an escalating charm of identity.
Screen,stage and set top boxes,
Set up new skies as the limit for constellation norms.
While Gods appear closer through penance and prayer,
Celebrities steal themselves stylishly to their crazy clubs,
Through a zooming process of self-made magnitude.
They compete with others,at times with themselves,
Marketing a cocktail of emotion and intelligence,
Paraded by their appetizing exterior vibes.
Their life and death  stories become blockbusters,
As mock epics, passing through the frenzied nerves,
Of both the maddening and maddened blocks.
The celebrity syndrome is as much a myth,
As the marvellous, mythical modules of Godhood.

                                                        P.Chandrasekaran.