born in vacuum

government tweeted
"how are you people?"
we made it to
#how are you people.
we broke it to pieces
one started #are.
government tweeted again.
we make hashtags.nothing else.
we live in #revolution.
one born in vacuum
not allowed to breathe.

untitiled

Infertile land sings silence
to the only plant.
footsteps never had any delicacy
They just crush the pebbles.
skull screaming in silence
asking for a voice.
barrels seeking vengeance
bullets searching destinations
finger craves for victory.
mothers and fathers gone away
never to come back
brothers and sisters
set the hut on fire
soldiers waited for guillotine
Today, there is no crime.
Just punishment prevails.

yes, no etc.

Listen, the door lock  is not strong enough.
Hope the thief doesnt know you.

Hey, The roof can't take any more rain.
But my only pillar is thirsty

look, the walls became thin and weak,
no, the soil below is insane

Boy,you can not go on like this,
Guiding star became a pebble.

Don't you know that you are weak to follow people?
I don't see mirrors, I can't fathom shadows.

Why you are always in the mob?
Because mob either kill you or spare you.

Why don't you carry your umbrella?
Clouds dont move these days.

I dont understand you
Okay, so what you are going to eat?

See, too many lines in your palm,
Inside the womb I was carrying a lot of things.

list

1 kg onion
2 kg potato

1 kg oil

500 gm dal

the unwritten list in the air

he came back now , third time

what did you forget this time? she smiled.

you forgot to give me a song to sing on the way?

Teapoy

It changed everything. Right from the time I wake up to the time I sleep. It changed the way I was dressing to office.  Insane add ups to my small hall made a mark inside me. I just bought a teapoy. it was a good deal too, I bargained from my shore  and vendor did the same from his land. And we settled the deal on the bridge. I suppose the best negotiations take place in vacuum. 

Teapoy just decorates my one room house like the only necklace on my mother. It is not luxury if you have visited houses. but for me it shows the glittering pseudo effort to make my one room house to a "home". all the indeciplined objects gather there on the teapoy and sit like the best classroom.  my morning tea sits right on there instead the shady floor. news paper  earlier occupied my chair now sits on its own..in a frame. it brings order, I started admiring its place how it keeps its own space. it owns few inches but like the eyes of the house watching everything around it. 

I started feeling like it demands everything  around it to be elegant , silent and pleasant. I stopped walking beside it , I am scared it will change me for ever. I wear clean white shirt ironed, tucked with dark blue pants. Got my hair cut. I am scared I got a dictator in my house who commands  with silence and spreading its territory day by day by just standing still. I am petrified by statues as they conspire in solitude, watch the change and change everything around it as they cannot bear changing themselves. 

Teapoy, is breathing and demanding an order in everything.  Some nights I hear a forest from his four legs.

peace

Staring at the half opened door,
stagnant air filled with fatigue murmurs,
eyes drooping from dreams
peace, the volcano walls-
pleading its embers, peace.

untitiled

i see a tree ...with no shadow at all...
and they praise that tree
i wonder who stole that shadow..
i am not going to think more..
i don't want to miss my bus.

Dark Pond

It is just another day here in my town, may be the sun is not the same or may be the wind is little more aggressive as if he just wants to spend the day so hastily. In the middle of the dead road a mobile vegetable vendor  looking around, there was a vacuum which took over everything. Trees swayed and never i saw a leaf fall. i wanted to call it a wonderful day, and I tried my best.

Bought a cigarette and i walked further to nowhere, i just had to walk and yes finish the cigarette. Before everything become ashes i have to walk around this place and proclaim myself that I saw my neighborhood. I never imagined my neighbours lived so silently even amongst all these local festivals. I wonder all those musicians and dancers were gypsies. This place doesn't seem celebrating anything or mourning anything,  over the debris of lovers i walked on.

My indisciplined  footsteps lead me to the bridge which connects the other side of the town. Bridge lies spreading its chest over the tin sheet roofs, thus to forget those who don't make any one proud. Tin sheets were fuming and you hear vague voices. It is like you are walking in a library and each book clamor stories. Nothing really bothered me except the crazy wind which brought the faraway pandemonium and rumours.

I heard a small girl's voice under the tin sheets, she sang..

my village is faraway

my brother has gone to market

my mother is all alone at home

my village is so beautiful

buffaloes roamed without any nose rings

and our father left us

with a note on the roof

"there is always a bridge to escape"

The song faded away with my reluctant steps. Mysterious wind is still blowing cursing someone. I stood at the edge of the bridge, there was a dead pond where blue faces escaped with their life. I couldn't find my reflection, i put my hands steady, spreading them out, touching the horizon. Stretched my arms further more in search of the lost souls. I took a long breath grabbing the entire world inside me. Stooped down a bit bending my knees and threw myself from the bridge to the dark still pond. I thought that was a nice stroll after setting him on fire who killed your sister and our small town.