INSCAPE

A ghost wraps itself Around the belittled me. The ghost of me nullified. The minute hand forms A triangle, striking 1. Hot sizzling vapours Of charcoal black Glides out from my Hot feverish head. A dark tunnel of truth Of loss, of fever Digs its path in my Foam filled head. Outside, in the thin air, The neem holds its Head high, in pride And mocks me It belittles me. The street dogs sleep In the hollow of the Strange dark night. Sleeping when they Should be sound And sound when they Should be sleeping. I love the night. And its black aura. The way it giggles like A stupid monkey At the face of a numb Carcass of life. The purple buds kiss The adorned night's lips. And the stars blink. Tears flow like never Ending streams They h...

          A random day takes its pace Pace of mirth and dolour And a woman of 'honour' Resumes her race of rot. Myriads of real lives  Woven into threads of  Stories breathe in and out And pour louder cries In the streets of commotion. Centuries of obedience  Of will, of helpless screams And tucked in dreams Of tears and abuses Of shrill shouts and 'fragility' Of violence, of red cards And a mirage of freedom. A woman of decency Who is she? A laughing clown in a saree; Or a dumb puppet wearing  Bangles of colours - Red and black braced in gold Fret and fever masked in A smile of doll-like docility; A tender dragon-fly tied To a thread with a stone  At its end, mocked by  Static minds as she fig...