midnight’s child?

Posted on | February 6, 2007 | Comments Off

a long train journey,
and the traivails of the children of the midnight,
and the never ending fallows of uttar pradesh.
desolation.

am i a pilgrim?
travelling through time in search of me?
or am i another midnight’s child?
paradoxically,born at noon..
another anachrony,in a life full of them?
away from the crowd i stand,
and yet an identity is lost.
is the crowd inside me after all?

the dead thoughts,stillborn ideas,lost chances-
donated love recieved in my grudgingly open palms-
accumulated contempt,
the women who passed me by-
cumulative grit of a young and old lifetime,
and the children of a lesser God,
all inside me-
an identity i still search,
never to be found?maybe….

i am many things,i live in many places,
and die many deaths..
the people who are killed in their own country,
labelled foreigners,
part of me kills them,
part of me is their assasin-their own brother,
who wants to break free…
i also die with them,in parts,
my own brothers..
i pull my fellow man,
with shoulders back calf and a straining heart,
i am the rickshaw that is being pulled in the heat of kolkata,
and i am the man sitting on it..
every successful rocket launch blasts off
a proud piece of me to the wild space,
and every riot amputates me,
one little piece at a time…

i live in me,
and i live in a billion dreams,
i am me,
and a whole lot more….

then who am i?
another question,like life,
for time to answer?
or perhaps,remain unanswered?
maybe…..

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