Sunday, November 16, 2008

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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2 comments:

Arfi said...

I like this a lot. As I read it, it comes from the urge to escape and reinvent.

Eventually, as conformity takes its toll and something corrosive builds up inside; these are the words that let us breathe again on borrowed time. But on 'borrowed time'.

THAT AUTISTIC CHILD said...

time's the lender...and the interest rates are too high!!