Amidst the skyscrapers, where live in the sun tan fearing population, do you see The bricks moulded by those rusty hands , Of the sun-scorched migrants Blackened by the chimney exhaust?
On the hoardings, do you see A dejected young man Drooping on his table, the pills spread out? The creative loner drugging to spark ideas in absence of sleep, For a presentation next week?
Of the cars that glides smooth Do you see that solemn driver Marred by the uncomfortable silence Of the fatigued couple, entangled in a nasty, felonious fight of a young girl suddenly coming In-between their 25 years?
On the driver’s side, His thoughts tossed by the loss of the education he couldn’t complete?Dampened by the happiness To his family he couldn’t give?
In the young boy slumbering uncomfortably under the buildings, As the drain stinked the humid air, While he Drowned in his own sweat and tears; And, the sweltering heat, Do you see the A.C water dripping Near his feet?
If not, You, my sweetheart, The happiest dandy rose of all, Are sure tucked in your urban nest.
Reality is a lovely place But we need more fucking happiness; Onboard we travel into this virtual maze Popping daily pills of the internet.
People seem to blanket their life’s mess With filters, white-smiles and their radiance Yet, the backstory seems to be off-place That we’re all hyper-connectedly lonely, merely craving for solace.
I wonder what would have been If our distorted presentation Of the snippets of our glossy-messy life’s amalgamation Struck us with a realisation That we are floating in an ocean of our imagination. Our minds’ make-believe construction. To seek social validation.
: Me: ‘Diti wrote on her hands And always with a blue pen About things that she never remember. So, when the to-do-list became longer, BLUE TATTOEs were on her body all over
: Jyoti: There is a girl named Jyoti When nervous, becomes sweaty The day when she didn’t bring her note-copy In her sweaty-salty river drowned everybody.
: Amrita: Amrud had a face that was pitcher-shaped Truth, sweetness, and courage she always had So, when the class bully asked her if he was bad Then, Amrud, the lion hearted, Among all the peers, bravely nodded.
: Krish: Modernity met traditionality For the girl who never forgets her cultural history I sometimes wonder how she maintains her sun-tan fearing beauty and studies While juggling, on top of it, prose and poetry.
: Sreenidhi: Sree had halo-ghostly looks Sat in the class’s shadowy corners and nooks. For friends, she dived into the world of satanic books God-forbid, she isn’t reading about bhoots!
: Deeksha: Deeksha had surging, hot, hot, terribly hot rages On small topics, for minute phases. So, the next time I mocked her I did make sure it was near the freezer. But out of control went her anger So to cool down her temper I finally had to call a fire fighter along with a power ranger.