By
Nivedita Dey
Metropolis – Metrorail – Mind
Day after sunless day
We the sea of humanity
Walk into the cage
Of an iron snake
We wait
For the king cobra to crawl up
As we walk into its open mouth
Like sacred offering to some king
Of a kingdom without hope
The bowel of the iron cobra
Is a market place – multitudes
Teeming – each with a hidden face
One to show the snake – another
Only for the inner snake
In each of us
Tears sting my eyes
I quickly pull up my mask
Eye a few other
Vast array of offerings
To the serpent king
I now see
So many hunger without hope
Some morning nerves gone cold
Some their previous night’s tears
Seeking a sun-scorched oblivion
Here and there an escapist’s prayer
From striking monotone
Of four walls or familiar violence
To unfamiliar fatalism
Each face a trough to hold
Offerings of a different tale
And yet the lostness so same
Last ride I brought with me
An offering of discontent
Today I bring myself –
The squelching hunger of morning rush
The burning pain of a bad feet rash
Wristwatch gone mad with speed
Questions, confusions, needs
All fair, all squared off
I bring an offering of peace
Boiling in the belly of the Serpent God I sing –
It is what it Is.
What’s in a Name?
— Aladin of our infancy
With magic lamp lit
In his heart and ours
Traversed miles of dreams
To meet
— Allan Dean of Wall Street
Wolfish pride and grin
Of youthful wine
Drowned his soul until
The Great Depression
Would see
– Gangadin grey haired son
Of Mother Earth deadly
Distraught by draughts
Decried his destiny until
We saw him hanging
From the tree
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