I am crumbling

and I am inside a trash can…

stinking households and crinkled pages over me, 

and this is to tell that I am alive. 

My boat is gone in bewildering shores…

I am women less and shouting in vulnerabilities. 

Always helpless, insane and illogical in intimacy. 

I have said ‘go to hell’ to people whom I wanted to say to be with me in silence. 

Isolation is great from bunches and populations…but it makes you a drowning ship when you can’t even stand with yourself. 

Disorders and fallacies everywhere but I am rowing…I am breathing under the filths. 

I drink beers seeing the humours of billboards in this city…

I am one of them…I am effortlessly one them, 

who go out to sell goods and become the most prodigal existence by the breathless river.

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Photograph: Raghu Rai.