A city, fragile
Don’t
go to Kashmir, now.
Don’t
go to Kashmir, ever.
Valleys,
flowers and eternal gazing of a momentary lapse of
Reasons
of a bewildered city,
Can
never answer to your call.
This
city grows in you.
Bombs
are not falling.
Spineless,
amputated screams are bribed with South City mall.
A
war waits within.
You
are just there, beside the nightfall on a slow celestial planet.
A
dream, orchestrated with innumerous cobblestones on a windy day in Gariahat.
Silently,
staring at your eyes.
A
city, fragile.
Don’t
pack your bags, now.
Don’t
pack your bags, ever.
For
now, feed the dogs with care,
And
bear the scars.
And
even if you want to kiss the nicotine stained skin
You’ll
find that they are trying hard to shine it,
With
a fairness cream - bought recently, from South City mall.
Disappointment?
They’ve
got a professional for this, too.
I
had his card.
Exchanged
phone numbers in a social gathering.
He’s
done his studies from New York, America.
A
city, fragile.
thanks for posting again...so many days our blog has been inactive... :)
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