Look who is pretending...

So one hot afternoon a beggar and a millionaire were standing at a bus stop for the next bus.The millionaire could not manage a private car in these remote parts and the beggar was waiting to take the next bus wherever it went.He had no destination.

They were the only two passengers  around. The bus stop stood amid a barren field.Nothing could be seen
 for miles around.


Suddenly it began to rain.The millionaire went inside the shed and began to utter all sorts of curses at India...its dirty politicians....its decrepit population....and above all his luck.He was also afraid that he will catch a cold.

The beggar just stood there.The torrential rain was flowing over his skin & his ragged clothes releasing little streams of melting dirt.He sure was finding it good.He looked at the millionaire and smiled.

Then the millionaire caught sight of the beggar and said "hey idiot come inside .. u are going to catch a cold"

The beggar said " Oh its everyday's affair.Come outside Saheb..u will feel fine."

The millionaire thought the beggar was taking his rustic nature a bit foo far.The beggar thought that the
millionaire's gestures were superfluous.


With no one around who could say who was  pretending....?

Afternoon Zero

I meet you in the afternoon.You come running, out of breath and busy.You take my hand and look away at the horizon.

You are always restless to leave.

Only echoes of your laughter lap at my horizon for a longtime.Two trains cross each other at the station.The sky is an absolute white wash of zero. For a moment all passengers forget their destination.

The river surface spawns fever.Out of  freedom I dive  into the water ..embrace the  nausea.


The streets are too lonely...too free.My veins signal red emergency.
Anything could happen.Anything.
The mirror stares back....but I see a crow perched in a dead tree.The walls grow hair.


Till I find you in a corner.In silence  you look at me straight in the eyes and turn away.
Nothing is spoken.
But I am washed ashore in a damp corner.Clinging to ragged pieces of clothes for shelter.
And I imagine
How easy was your duty
The rest is courtesy of humanity

Morning

Morning comes like a dazed autistic overweight child...i go to buy cigarettes .....nayana sarasi keno is playing on my car audio.....

and a glimpse of the world trying to gather its fractured parts........

oh love...i will give anything to see the feeling of repentance in your eyes....to see the thick guilty scabs of sin on your skin

oh love if you were with me.....

Freedom

And he searched for it everywhere....as if it were the rarest diamond...the most delicious fruit........
and at last  when he found it...he disintegrated like like molecules into the thin air