Each night I pass me like an arrow,
and create an Ouija infinitum,
leaving memories like old songs.

I disintegrate and reform:
drawing transparencies of the skies,
shifting like the sand dunes,
struggling like wind lost in the canyons.

I long to be launched in rockets,
to look back at our smallness.
I long to magnify distances
to feel the separation.

I iron my history, and add creases,
buttons, zips and pockets
to suit latest fashions.
I'm the trendsetter.

I create zero gravity, scratch
the ocean floor, design
company logos with nanotechnology.
I'm a moral scavenger.

I pump blood to keep MNCs,
conniving with law whores
and government policies.
I'm not us, a numerate,
waiting for my arrival.

CopyrightŠ 2006, Debashish Haar