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xx, BD

My own ghosts of this empty flat have their own ghosts  The last rung of the ladder I would workout on has a Voldemort  A paint stain that is an unmistakable likeness of the Dark Lord I fall asleep to memories of multiple forgotten dreams suddenly recalled before sleep Every emotion here intensifies Accidentally seeing a lone sleeping leg in the mirror of the dark room frightens my very soul As I no longer sleep in front of mirrors in my new home(s) So many old secrets still embedded in neglected storage  A grandmother's gift of a diamond pendant claimed by its hungry drawers Missing for fifteen years  A dress and a pair of jeans impossibly too small that somehow would (albeit temporarily) fit me As I pack up the flat methodically, in a ritualistic dance with the old highly replace-worthy mop It occurs to me that: There is so much the walls with its webby corners still gives Just being alone here is like reclaiming a sleeping part of my old untethered identity  ...

Chand ko Raat mili

Chand ko Raat mili, aur maloom hua usse ke Raat mein hi toh woh basti hai. Tab talak Chand sochti rahi ki woh aasman ki badaulat hai, aur samajhti rahi ki woh Suraj ki. Suraj ki garam dhoop mein lipti hui, baadalon ki god mein palti hui, sirf ek chhote bacche ki tarah, bilkul aaraam se. Uska bas ek kartavya tha Dharti ke upar dheere dheere mandrana. Use laga ki woh sagi hai toh bas roshni ki. Aur pata chala ki wohi roshni darasal uski apni nahi. Apne liye bhi nahi, par Raat ke andhkaar ko mitaane ke liye woh bas ek zariya thi. Roshni apni asli zimmedaari, jo din mein bakhoobi Suraj ke madhyam se nibha paati hai, wahi Raat ki gehri kaali mein bhi Chand ke dwaara barkaraar rakhti hai.

non conforming anarchists this way ↔️

"The school needs children" What your response to where you would insert the word "good" in the sentence above Determines one of 3 things  Whether you need an education yourself, If you need a lesson in capitalism Or you need the safety of illusion "The "good" school needs children" If you answered this way, You need an education yourself Well, "good" news! Life makes you a student A "good" or "bad" one Is immaterial "Good" schools rarely produce "good" children And "bad" schools rarely produce "bad" ones "The school needs "good" children If you answered this way, You need a lesson in capitalism Your inherent "goodness" determines your usefulness to the capitalist The "goodest" boy goes far But only in the number of paychecks collected Enslaved to the desk, the only measure of his worth being how much richer he made the rich man "The sch...

Babies who Look like Old Men

You like babies? I like them too Let's get together And go see some At the orphanage The one in yellow Is covered in jello My favourite is the one in blue He looks like a little old man  An old man baby

Riveted

The overnight simmer of unbaked fragmented sentences Intentional edging and deferment of thought to paper It requires compounding  A seemingly one-sided brawl, past three, origin only guessably traced back to the street Followed by the too-fast swishing past of a too-loud heavy vehicle Then, eerie silence Not one to save abusive maniacs Still, my post-bladder-clearing groggy mind Relocates the brawler to the first-floor balcony When sighs, slightly dramatic, escape me  Post seventy-five seconds of eerie quiet Practicing the art of tender listening through shallow sleep The ghosts of the night would testify to spying a smile As soon as brawling-man faded out to showcase brawling-woman

Done?

It's done I watched all the movies I bookmarked I read all the books I downloaded I visited all the places I earmarked I heard all the albums I pinned I came back from all of them With fever episodes of inspiration Gushing with enthusiasm both before And a lot more right after I imagined it ends, the wanting more? The essence of life is of living it with high agency While I return to my ways, Ticking off boxes In a hot hurry to fulfill old and new dreams The unknown of your body's clock begetting the rush Creating early morning writing Enduring late night binge watching With no answer, only guessing When it does end I believe with half certainty I could maybe be done

Re(ady)evelopment

Sitting in a big bus right opposite my old tuition classes Recalling stress over tallying balance sheets and victorious joy when the final accounts would match The sense of belonging here is so strong The familiar busful of faces Uncles sharing vivid memories of my sister and I playing with our hula hoop in the back of the building  My body has so much memory of the comfort of this place We are willingly going to place that will sign off ours With the promise of a better replacement  It's broken in some places Its bones have held it up for a good 40+ years Everyone agrees it's time The old ones the least in agreement and the new ones who will benefit the most, the most  Change is good New is good  Still I dread it  My school building houses celibate temple men My college building was totally rebranded The building that saw me go from child to adult Where I spent 23 years of the most formative years of my life Will be dust soon