Tuesday, November 25, 2014

port code

full circle
and / or numbered squares?
will I be punished
for trying to play
tic tac toe
with this great plan
that is life

I sit wondering
what cities and people
skylines
and names of rivers
mean for you and me

it's a bad idea to
return
to read old poetry

You'd think you know a city

... but then one Tuesday morning
you take a particularly rickety bus 
down Calcutta's oldest streets
named after forgotten zamindars
but one which is lined by derelict buildings
and ruins
which still speak of colonial times

in the typical tongue of 
red-brick-yellow-shutter-windows

the yellow of the windows
has long leaked into paths
that found their way into the sea
to be replaced by the wilderness
which has mauled its way into
balconies, crevices, ornate carvings
refusing to be overshadowed by
this world
and its neons and its fluorescents 

your bus struggles for your eyes 
to meet the Grand Oberoi,
peep into the now-empty
lane of New Market
before you chance upon the 
vast expanse of the Indian Museum

it takes the commercial towers
of Chatterjee International
and Tata Steel to lull you
further into mental notes
of the poetry happening within
before the suburbs are hit
and these words are buried under
the noises of everyday
deadlines and subsequent futilities