Wildfire in my room

Its, too far

Probably nothing to worry

Wind is still cold.

But

Am I the only one

Who is smelling the fire ?

No, I am not insane,

Here it is !

My floor is on fire !

My books, bed and the pillows

Bansuri flute given by my late teacher

All are burning down

It catches the wall and holds on to

Michelangelo’s “Creation of Adam”.

It burns the top right of the canvas

Yah ! the brain god is burning !

Resisting to become ashes, it burns and burns..

Thus in the midst of this metropolitan city,

In this multi storied building

A room burned down of wildfire tonight

Silently, invisibly, anonymously.

 

Image: From movie Sacrifice  by Tarkovsky

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Democracy Hunts the Green !

Kill kill and kill
The nation is supposed to be proud of the
The states triumph over the people.
It took their land,
Destroyed their lives ,
Grabbed  the farmer’s fields and
Gave to the MNC hands.
When we, the people protest
You talk of Gandism
And when  state act
It is  like
Hitler, Mussolini, Bush…
In the AC rooms ,
State talks about freedom.
In the forest,
It acts as weapon.
Kill kill kill again
Kill your own people
Who lacks lands
Who lost lives..
Who dont know the
Elegant Gandhian protest
(How one fast when he has nothing to eat)
Kill the poor, miserables, dalits
Kill all who disturbs your comforts
And ask the middle class
To proud of our democracy.