i found solace in Her arms.
coiled close, i found
solace from the
of burning tires
of burning buses
of burning blood on concrete roads.
Her hair smells so
i think i will stay.
i tell myself again.
i hold myself back
lest the facade of another revolution
strangle my brittle bones
and poison me.
i want to stay.
i am yet to realise
the revolution lies in her arms.
In Memory of a Dancing Daffodil.
And when the paper blank remains
Yet in my mind a chain of thoughts
A rumble does much fervour gain
A ramble with no motive brought
I see the eye that eye does not
And in that eye I do believe
A dancing daffodil I rought
And so my words then do conceive
city of disquiet
i have walked these streets
some hundred times
i have smiled at that very junction
where the sun peeks
between the broken wall and the
these streets that i like to call mine
have seen me in a stupor,
weeping till my shirt imitated
summer on chilly days.
these dogs that don’t know my name
and neither i, theirs, know enough that
i am a feeding hand.
i have set out to wander aimlessly
but this city draws a purpose in me;
many a times- a purposeless one.
crackling horns do not faze me,
the only gift this city has given me.
yes, it did give me more
but took it away just as soon.
i am a feeling of disquiet within Myself
and i think today,
my city feels the same.