Is waqt.

All the world is like a beachball.
Empty and full.crashing forever into competing elements.
There . Not there.Here. Not. Everywhere.
Full.fulfilled.fulfilling.
I am all the world.The world is inside me and that makes me dirty.
But I am clean in parts where nothing can make me unclean.
When I move,, i want you to be still. So still that your insides cannot help but alter.
One wants to transform others, oneself and at least 1 world -positively..
One likes to believe that one can at least transform Hindustan..
that Hindustan is the world.
They say- karavaan aatein rahe
Hindustan buntha raha.
They forgot..uske pehele aur uske baad?
poetry makes everything simple.
unfortunately wars,riots and pogroms are not enacted with poetry,sher-shairi or even gaana
steel.blood.loss.memory.wanting to lose your memory. to burn your memories..
Is it more difficult to wear a mini skirt in India or do namaaz?
stupid question.
India /Bharat?hindustan does not exist like that..HIndu as in hinduism? OR Hindu as in Indus?
Shut up Shut up Shut up - I want this to stop mattering..to stop patterning.
aaj hum hain.. kal nahi rahenge... us waqt aapko yad aayege
ek pagli thi...mujhe chahne waali - mujhpe marne waali.
Filhaal- now is the time for scheduling, planning, meditating and pretending.
Alas, on this side of the lakir it is all one can do to not become paralyzed.
To keep moving ones body
My eyes are seeing this, my ears are reading it..lekin dil nahin manta.