A cloud comes pouring into my window, I am inundated
Tears burst from my eyes, all my smiles stopped
dark shouts filled the air.
I grew a grey-bearded man in just one day waiting for the graveyard
Grey beard and graveyard – the two words
danced before my eyes in a blurry vision
I used the desktop as my pillow and the mouse in my hand became a clock
Tick tick tick tick …all night I sat waking
Ink in my pen dried, I saw my thoughts dried up
I dreamt of Kafka’s castle and underwent a metamorphosis
Into a big gigantic fly
My pocket became gold bars and my prices went down
I blamed Capitalism, Recession and all that,
For the first time in my life I felt that a man’s price has fallen
I saw a cloud and lightning together conspiring against me
There was none on the bridge, I was alone
But I had been inside the room only a few seconds before
I heard people fighting for a plot of land in the New Town
They all said, one day it will be a New Kolkata
Changed, everything is changing fast except me
I believe in the Upanishad and the Gita
I am the soul, I never change, I never die,
Weapons cannot pierce me, fire cannot engulf me
But the world is changing fast.
Nobody around.
I am an Indian and I have my own concept of freedom
I can change the world, but I cannot change myself
Yes, nobody around, I may piss here and there.
