bliss station ~ poetry

19% city

i.

fireworks burst with a sound of spilling marbles -
a pause when the boy picks them up,
& spills them again a moment later.

the sound gradually declines
& you cannot look because cityfog is a new veil
altogether, on top of all already.

so you are all ears for the diminishing sound
but don't know whether he has stopped spilling,
or stopped picking them up.

ii.

delhi pollution is made up of 45% particulate matter, like dust,
17% waste burnings and 16% revolutionary ideas; let's count
the injuries - one by one by one.

iii.

sticky notes, from a poet's chamber, float in the flood.
from the sewers of mumbai, through the drains of chennai,
somewhere somewhen random but somehow
making sense,

& then you hear about the poet complaining
that their soul is nowhere to be found.

~Ajay
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