Why do they sing, Why do they write, Why do they live!
The caverns carved inside my body
Craves for food and I despise my lunch
For a Regret for every happy smile
I fumble all over pages and over internet
To look for lives I could imitate
And then i rushed to the library
In between brown and shiny shelves
Hid those torn bundle of pages; held together by gum
They were supposed to blow life into my hollow halloween
When I read and re-read
I found it was another world
There was nothing Indian about it.
I felt pain. Betrayal and Deceit.
I tried fit in those words
I could not. i squished and crushed myself
I experienced joy in immense pain
Still my mould was casting a different figure
I began to read
Sit under tree shades
Eat large slices of mangoes
On hot summers along with long and large tumblers
Of refreshing drink ,gulping down the throat
Spilling some on the edges and wiping with my white T-shirt
Until the sun could be seen behind the misty mountains.