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In limbo
in transition
in pursuit
I talk
in self conscious mumble
my nerves jangle
everything a jumble
I see the signs
but they fade too soon
even before I could register
still I try
The world is gray
and drab
albeit intact
On rusted iron gates
plastic bags sway
as the strong breeze
carries the smog
The bleached sun is just a sham
honk and holler-
Armies of locomotives
convertibles
vehicles
with
the faceless
nameless
the jetsam due
A woman stares at me
smiling as her eyes mock
The gangrene having spread
far too deep
beyond the marrow
From the window I look outside-
beyond oily fingerprints
Someone watches the mountain
with vain fascination
or rather whatever is left
after years of
illegal dynamite blasts
Oblivious yet aware
I am Buddha and Shiva
both
I wander on the beach-
the dirty empty beach
deserted and desolate
and the majestic ocean-
angry and howling
'Am I here
till when
and why
and why me'
and what do I want'
Well where did I see
this one-
some question from
the AC-Nielson survey
or the biggest question
of the last fifty years
entrapped
endangered
enraged
encumbered
I just function
amongst the bipeds-
bright
bruised
brisk
crossing the streets
laughing at Jerry
disposing garbage
and they function too
to and fro
oscillating alright
Chocolate
stand-up comedy
sex
shopping-
sweet Jesus
In case you do chemicals
and have a farm house
then nothing beats
run away while
you can
writhe
wriggle
write your ticket
or else you can just
wake up
brush
rush
to be
In limbo
in transition
in pursuit
in the race..
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