"wherever you see colours , think of madness..........."
wen rain hits d city i get depressed. d neon lights get hazzled in d rain n things get blurred . my eyes become bloodshot wid a mad drink . i walk up 2 my terrace n observe my city's unbreakable motion for lomg hrs . i love this place . this city . my city
sometimes......well most of the times i 'm nostalgic 'bout the city i live in. i m illusioned by the neon lights on its streets 'n' wander lyk strangers inside the trance producd by endless emotions of the megapolis. somhow living in the past, somtyms tryin 2 embrace the ruined granduer of its history. n the idea of how this old capital adorns herself 2 fit in2 the westernization on its 300th anniversary still terrifis me. i can hear it moaning and screaming .but somhow manages to feed in the "numerous" callin it home.......a beggar,a poet or a shop owner ...politician or an actor...policeman or a doctor. washerman ,cobbler,barber, a degreed literati hack..or those have left homes n building roadside shacks....
today the saree goes down n down under the navel , under the brick to the grass. burns with it the culture of a newly married girl n the bride's carcass.the touch of oblivion caressing those sleeping on the pavement,n bathing daily in sewage excrement.the city of "babughat" gets it's banks washed by all waters from home n abroad.
the boy with the spiked hairs walks along to attend cleavage showing miss teen. wen suddenly a disgusting odour makes the curtains descend 4 me. a social worker or a proffessional clown ?? may b i dunno or may b a bull tat can suddenly shut the traffic down ?? or rather payin d toll of subscribing to ideas contradicitng d old ???
its a gigantic maze of 300 yrs ,a great mega maze...still in here ,i find myslf tethered to the place. emotions !!!!
"this city knws abt all of my "first tyms",,hard to fly as i may try....it follows me 4m behind" . gasps, pants n puffs to rant the tale of all orders........
somtyms the clouds dons anklets 2 dance ...or miss a beat perchance .sometyms it pledges greenery but at tyms deluges unnecessery. listening 2 d golden tinking of the ragas of d old. sometyms leaves behind out-of-tune sorrows untold .
but i havnt heard d song till now. yet i knw it for "my heart will go on ".its wind plays around me.piercing through the perched soil its thistles sway with risen heads.nights drowning in its plentiful waves.the morning song now cascades.i hav turned tat way to say to keep me in cleanliness .sumday all blemishes will wash out .all animal marks dissolved . n a new human name will emerge. n till tat day i ll continue 2 b in love with living .n dream sumday the odds wll b sorted .n ppl sumday will dream n love. till den i wud wrap my arms to hug my love n chase d dreams of changing tyms 4 till den my dreams will refuse 2 decline . n i hope sumday will emerge d "chansonnier"... n sing to me the song i havent heard yet, n i ll love 2 hear .
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