The Fourth Seat

Far away, from here and far away from there. By the moonlit shores of Bombay. Where a gentle breeze always blows. There lies a wall. Which faces the sea. I often think about that spot. On which you and I sat. Speaking about nothing in particular. Watching the moon dance over the muddy waters. Slight sea spray on our faces. And a girl selling roses. Desperation in her eyes, tiredness in her limbs, hope and hunger keep her going in equal measure. We look away. Our life is better. We sigh. We hold hands under the golden necklace. Legs dangling over. We don't know what is life hereafter. Life is now, maybe life is never. Silence is good. But silence is not enough. Words fall short. But who needs words. When you have touch. Is touch enough? I am not sure and neither are you. Doubts and anger. A bumpy ride. In the Kaali peeli - our favourite. Words lie and so does my touch. What do we do now? Where do we go? Life is motionless but our minds keep racing. The sea is beautiful and so are yo

Bonfires of bodies light up, the deathly night skies.  A storm within kills us slowly; Making us gasp for air  Tiny machines on our fingers, predict our fate now. Swabs, scans and pricks, confirm our worst fears.  The streets are silent. But for the ringing sirens. Death plays hide and seek; while panic reigns free. You and I try to sleep, dreaming of better days While a nightmare rages on; As we shut our eyes tightly.   "All our fault this is", we say we only let our guard down "What to do now, boss?" "Happens like that sometimes" we say Cocooned in our lies; We pretend that all is well. Help is here from near and far. "This too shall pass, soon someday" But you and I must awaken. From our slumber of delusion. For the time is now to not surrender; But rise to reclaim and conquer.