two decades and more countless journeys this one the quietest
no restless fingers tapping the car roof no order to light up a smoke no stories, no songs no debates on rights and wrongs just silent towns keeping company to a lonely road
goodbyes said the Indrayani then claimed you in its womb waters stilled for just a moment then a small little whirlpool took away the ashes the flowers the incense sticks
travel well my friend i hope the words of the people’s poet find you i hope the river is not too cold
the movies they make history so fake new anthems they blurt an arm across their heaving chests bursting with pride they think the arm just helps to stop the hate from spilling out i counter
now delirious, they crowd theatres chanting louder as the flames go higher their naked dance secure in number warmed by the fire their shadows uglier
their neon god brain fart a day he knows those who believed the pen is mightier than the sword are now spent their bellies bloated with salt he has fed them their spine long gone they crawl at his command bite at his beck snarl at his call
what will we do when all is burnt and not even ashes remain for the phoenix to rise
I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write