by Parth Pandya
Where I come from
Street after street
Stands silent witness
To the constant triumph
Of Darwinian principles
Where I come from
Dreams burn in a cauldron
And the ashes disperse
In the waiting arms
Of a moonlit sea
Where I come from
The greatest steal
Is a few feet of space
The greatest prize
A few quarantined thoughts
Where I come from
There’s beauty still
And a pulse that never
Subsides, late into the
Smoggy arms of night
Where I come from
Your constant companions
Amidst the teeming hordes
Are an ascending emptiness
And a clandestine pain
Where I come from
(sigh) Where I came from
I wander still, in my dreams
A city of penitent angels
A city of cavalier djinns
Parth Pandya is a passionate Tendulkar fan, diligent minion of the ‘evil empire’, persistent writer at http://parthp.blogspot.com, self-confessed Hindi movie geek, avid quizzer, awesome husband (for lack of a humbler adjective) and a thrilled father of two. He grew up in Mumbai and spent the last eleven years really growing up in the U.S. and is always looking to brighten up his day through good coffee and great puns.
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