The stretched concrete expressway ,
moving beasts, moving lives, moving paranoia.
The mere possibility of spending a space inside the car,
too small to breathe, too small to create and love.
Despondency on every wheels and every esoteric existence of the oceans.
Every broken pieces are beyond grave solitude.
Words getting blurr amidst these killing feasts,
‘Say goodbye, say goodbye’….
Pearls of hair getting blown by the jingoistic air.
Our children won’t bless us,
Dirty noses and pyrrhic waterless eyes won’t smile for alibi.
They were ‘birds’, they would always remain ‘birds’ to remind us,
kisses can overcome the weight of cultivated words and the reverberation of a grenade.