When we meet

Yes, we will collide one day
May be in the smouldering silences
Of the office lobbies and pressurised cabins.
Our greetings will rise above their din of chatter.
People will perch their head away from,
Coffee mugs, copy machines and cubicles.
We will rejoice our chance, thumping aloud each other’s backs
We will embrace like anxious lovers do after a war
Our laughter will ring louder than their telephone rings.
We will disturb the motions of the floor
They will ponder over the earthy fragrance of our meet
Our hugs will not be worried of our shirts getting creased
Notes will now be made to include in lunch break gossip
Through a systematic human chain a memo will be passed
And the bosses will be informed
They will twitch, tense and taut
They will question: “ how have they escaped the reign?
How inappropriate is this?
Our formal design doesn’t allow this?”
We are still not ready to leave our embrace
Now the jokes will surface
Now, readers and listeners
Do ponder as to what we both aim to achieve there
Why would we be in that scene?
Well, we both want to see for ourselves
The edifices of production from close quarters
The modern slaughter house in action
We want to see if any alive eye still remains
After examining and extrapolating the gains.

BABA

BABA

You have two doors locked shut
One with rails and one with a lock
Men below with clubs lay watch round the clock
Who do you want to keep out?
What is so precious in your house?

What are you so scared of father?

What’s so unruly outside when the lights go low?
Why does an empty road offend so?
Who are you trying to save me from?
What do you avoid and escape?

What happens if I don’t come back?
What happens if I don’t locate?
What happens if I do run out money?
What happens if people don’t know who I am?

When will the unknown become known?

Do you see the futility of your feats father?
AC’s in every room,
A new car with much more room,
A mini-bar in the drawing room

How long will the mist in your mind last?

Lecturing for long to son on life,
A bit about blueprint, business and foundation base

When do the jobs stop following?
When does the life begin?

When will your barriers stop building?
When will you look and say, “We are all the same”?
People are not cheating you off your name


Your fist is clenched in a tight fold
Is money worth every fight?
Your measuring tape is always out
Does everything have to be big?

When will your lies stop repeating?
When will your habits stop suppressing?

Yes, tomorrow I will forget you.
No, not the father
But,
The person
The existence
I defy all that you are.