Rooted friends

Rooted in a sooted boot,

lets loot! lets loot!

some happiness in pursuit

of an unending, unbending life

still rooted in a sooted boot.

Climb the black chimney with the loot

slip a foot!!! oh no sir!! no

sooted boots may fall

but let the loot out of the wall

sooted may it be,

looted may it be,

who needs boots afterall!!!

everyone's space

i want
to cut off my hair
really short and color it red

spend a night on a bench somewhere in Maidan

watching the Victoria lights
and the stars that escaped from the planetarium

let hunger take over thoughts

and write graffiti on someone's clean white wall

in neon colors
i want to take pictures of drunk men and the loonies
talk to them about the mad world
and count the lorries
coming from Chennai and going to Punjab
or vice versa
cheap thrill of crossing the road
just before they can crush your guts
and in the middle of night scream
on the bridge above the river
and dive into the water
just when the policeman's hand is a hand away
if the river drowns me i shall be happy
it will share 'its' space with me
if not
i will give myself away
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