Bombay Anthologies

#1

The images past my train’s window changed
deserted lands giving way to exploited ones
stations went by as if the train was ignoring them
stations, with names showing a greater range 
of possibilities than life
outside, the madness was evident from 
the swarms of faces showing 
a multitude of expressions
the randomness of movements gave
an illusion of a harmonic symmetry
making my eyes twinkle 
the city, I sensed, saw 
it through the glass
and our fates intersected 
both welcoming the change

#2

My hair was revolting against 
the incoming fury of air
water, born just to bow down
tripped down my eyes
my clothes were making noise
grunting against the slaughter
my hand held the rod
tighter now
as the speed increased
the sound of its mighty horn
was heard across the seas 
I saw another one coming towards me
my body was giving up now
my mind, though, in vertigo
felt peace 
it slowed down
the warriors’ strength decreasing 
the commons’ increasing
and I parted with the rod 
both mourning as lost lovers