how it is fiercely about one breath at
a time, one dawn to wake up to, alive.
Much will be new when the mask is gone.
Like those new lines on our faces;
the footprints of the times of molten grief
on sudden demises, unprecedented losses.
Not preachy his words,
not of a distant seer’s,
not bemoaning of those
searing truths of mankind,
but versing its essence,
keeping hope alive for us.
But spare her the laughter
at the memory of falling,
for the laughter when cuts,
does so irrevocably and
it would be like the scattered
You’d say,“ Sorry, brother, I won’t lie-But where’s the time. To bemoan your death? Attending your rites, or putting a wreath?”
Man calls it river, makes it flow like gutter. The sky is polluted, the river matches the sky.
The Kanika Kapurs, the street vendors,
the Markaz and the homeless passengers.
They are capable of releasing deadly gases like cyanide, anthrax and amatoxin into the water in perfect ratios just so to ensure that the ones ingesting it would surely procure dangerous diseases or chronic illnesses but wouldn’t get killed.
They deliver the cleaned and dried clothes by motorbikes and by even hand pulled rickshaws. Even if they provide a quality services still, they are almost half the price of the modern laundry service. The South Dhobikhana of Kolkata, that is a Britisher’s legacy, is still maintaining it’s service quality but with simple and traditional methodologies.
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Life throws a lot of conflicting borderline cases, the day you differentiate yourself from others it becomes easy to hurt people, like the council’s decision towards you or your attack on people. When you see everyone around as yourself, you will love the world for what it is, and nothing can hurt you. I named you Pradeep so that people will get to enjoy your light. Shine brighter son”, said Dhruva gasping with his last amount energy as the blood vessels in his legs started to burst out.