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poem- that time when my mind went all over and my physical location meant nothing So this is the only reality. When I can really only have the floating images of dreams for contentment. Last time I checked, the way towards them was not slavish devotion to the workplace. It was a dream as I said but this, all this is compromise. That’s how a city is built. Like clockwork, the planes stream over a locality in Delhi. It is 8:12 pm. All Mayan scheme of time terminates at 2012. I am gazing at the planes carrying people away, in a suburban colony indistinguishable from other suburban colonies. Next door, my neighbor makes love to his wife and across me I see, almost touch the hair of a beautiful girl. In the coolers, I think a great pandemic is spawning; a great calamity lurks in a few careless cigarette sparks. I can almost see, most definitely feel the lack of privacy in these breeding grounds. Yet murders still happen and rapes still happen. The only reality is sitting here cooling off on the balcony enjoying these novel sensations, happy to leave them behind again soon. Inside the rooms, my people have etched out a home, like our first ancestors, but far from the mountain clime they colonised. They are as proud though. To have conquered as they must have felt they did in the past. The only reality is the steep ascent of time. In some place, far from here but not distant, someone lurks in the shadows. He is following orders by the second. It is 2012 and someone else has to be removed. On either side of poverty - soldiers become terrorists and terrorists become soldiers - marching out to careful plans. Behind every national border, the wealthy are supposed to be righteous and good, the poor wicked and depraved. Behind every high wall: war on the neighbours, war on the weak, war on the forests, war on the fields, war on the villages, war on the mind, war on the Spirit, never-ending war, war within a war, war with drones, war with nukes, war with sarin gas, war between wars. You need walls for war. Behind every ‘successful’ wall is a successful businessman.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 13:16:34 +0000

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