Despondent desires

AASHIK 2 001

Courtesy: Ajit Vadakayil

Nothing to show,

naught to tell.

What creeps in my skin?

What keeps me unwell?

A circus grand?

A barren land?

A life wasted?

A broken band?

Carcasses in desert,

discontentment & hurt,

This cyclic melancholy

destruction, rebirth.


One star, far, shines,

and one that’s dying.

This cloud of smog;

Lifeless figures lying;

A room filled with ash

A blot, a mud splash

Reality convulsed

While hopes made a dash.


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