Just turn around in bed
And touch my cheek.
I am not asking for hours.
A moment is all I seek.
I know your language
Of love is not the same;
But call me jaan once –
I already know my name.
A caress – in passing –
A hug that is warm and tight –
Can soothe so much pain –
Can make love so right –
When I was six,
I had typhoid.
Who knew then
Of mental voids,
Just pleasure,
Of being away
From school,
A home stay,
There was no
Future plan,
No letting go.
As I grew,
I held on to pain,
And darkness,
And rain.
I didn’t let hurt
Or seasons go,
Though they themselves
Chose to flow.
Now, as I grow,
Greater pain
Opens doors
For old ones to go.
This time is such
Where free will is bound:
Sickness attests
Air, fire and ground!
Rampant fear of death
Fills society – tears its peace!
#Thesystem is collapsing,
Breaking, piece by piece…
The centre cannot hold,
It whirls like an eddy;
It twists and spews and vents,
It can’t remain steady.
Cries for breath and hope
Gasp and clog the air;
But are warned by powers,
They shouldn’t quite dare.
The world is staring,
As we grovel and plead;
Our leaders are rallying!
But not one can lead…
Losers are vindictive:
They poke and prod and kill,
They incite and lie,
They do what they will.
My country is caving;
Nature has wrought her ire;
If I hadn’t doubted her,
I may have seen her pyre.
Hearts Still Care 
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