Dear country,
Tears are rolling down to my feet.
I don’t know where I was stuck.
There is no vehicle for me to go back,
no train, not even a path.
Fortunately a truck emerged from nowhere !
Accumulating all my retail cravings,
I paid the driver saying-
“Would you please take me home ?”
and I climbed up with all my nights,
shattered and wasted .
#
I am unable to penetrate his countenance .
I can’t see the faces of lascars.
Only a pitch dark never-ending roadway
is lying ahead.
The troops of shadows are strolling…
The shadows of pepper-fields, cement, marble-stones,
the leftovers of hotel, the shadows of cleaving diamonds
and what not..
Our truck is not even honking its horn.
It’s simply moving forward crushing them carelessly !
#
From the roof,
reclining on the stacks of straw,
I can behold the astral downpour.
Along with me, the firmament has been
the witness of this indescribable night,
and through our backs…sprouting…
the rhythm of ‘chal chaiya chaiya chaiya chaiya..’
( Walk ahead ,keeping your head
in the shade of love.. )