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Memorapoliticia
what does it
mean to be Indian in a land where
people are varied but sometimes
variety is the same too
what does it mean to be an intellectual
when people say what they don't feel
or how could they possibly feel
what does it mean to lie in a land full of strangers
when your only boon is
you speak the same language
falling so silkily, like velveteen feelings
a journal abandoned, a sea that they say
was ruled;
creation is a saga of incomplete answers
need to justify, need to explain, frustration
and fear of not knowing
God is the Satan of our hearts
is ink the same everywhere? or does it contort and
change with the day's transition to the moon
the journey that cannot ever really end
the silent epiphany that was not publicised
or is it just
the media that tells that knows that seeks
without; gone; useless.
querida. wishes of last night's canopy
the time when it never mattered if you were
a skinny girl wearing a pink dress
that moved a little as the gate creaked
as Tiger floated to your mind
he went away and you remembered
what movies taught, years gone by
in the American Dream.
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