About an emotionally turbulent night

All night long,
I sipped water from a plastic bottle.
The gutters of Mumbai are full of diseases.

All night long,
I uprooted grey-beard.
Pigeons lay eggs inside my room.

All night long,
I tried to rearrange the pages of an old script.
Unspoken words act as lethal weapons.

All night long,
I cried over spilled milk.
Stains in the milk-pot are hard to remove.

All night long,
I cursed my  groins.
Swear words are not good metaphors.

All night long,
I waited for the sea to become a pond.
Sentimentality gives birth to bad poems.
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(2012)