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

I disintegrate and reform:
drawing transparencies of the sky,
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 for the MNCs,
conniving with law whores
and government policies.
I'm not us, a numerate
waiting for my arrival.

Copyright© 2005, Debashish Haar