My country reaped Independence roughly 75 years ago and here I am in 2021 living in a city of 233.5 km² area - Jodhpur. Scribbling the tumbling, vestiges of past and the angst of Gen Z. Describing you the state gifted to us now, Wrapped with climate change and Pandemic, by the forefathers of then and the predators of now. My city is just like a subtle disaster. Adorning blue walls With public pee and spit. Broken hearts and road, Where crowd runs Without masks, Except after 8 PM, Because duh, my dear Covid walks in. My city is not unique, It is the same as yours. In my city poets scribble, And die. But their words live. My city is just like yours is a Subtle disaster, Reaching soon to explode With deaths of souls And the human mind. It is a Subtle disaster in the funeral pyre In heart's raging. My city is just like yours where the youth pray to die young and the charlatan old rules. Cities like yours and mine are the cities where poems scribbled by youth collapse. My city is just like yours where gallons of oil, milk goes to gutter and meantime eight lakh kids in our country die malnourished. Cities like yours and mine are the cities where poems scribbled by youth collapse.
Those scribbled poems that lie collapse are memoirs of prolonged sadness and injustice, served on platter of activists and hunger felt for love. Distorted visionaries sell utopian promises like freshly baked cookies they smell nice. While behind the show the art that reflects angst of artist are suppressed and buried under the charges of sedition. Such are the cities and nations where poems scribbled by you and me and youth collapse. These are cities where the subtle disaster, is in creation in every street in every act of rape and instigation of communal violence.
✨✨stardust & you✨✨ If ever you will come to me, with a face I have never seen, those eyes that have never met... a voice I have never heard.... still I would know you , through the soul that made us fall... . . If ever the world will seperate us, I would feel you between the sand and stardust.... the love will never fade, as the heart exchanged heart.. sprit meet sprit... through every collaps and creation, you will echoes in my life... like the fresh fallen mountain snow our love will always glow and shine.... . . And when I'll leave this world, love is the only thing I will carry... hoping to meet you again... . . That pure soul , Again !! Like the same fresh fallen mountain snow our love will glow and shine...❣️