view from the top

pockets of inhabitation
vying for space and privacy
within themselves.
uglied blotches, relics and modern,
new high rises
stuffed with ticking time bombs.
barren lands all around-
infertile, unsustaining,
thrown into permanent disuse,
and yet beautiful.
undemanded.undemanding.
patches of green
from days of yore.
evergreen.but threatened.
a river used to flow here.
choked by the peopling
mindless.impulsive.
it stands in muddy pools now.
there are roads - kuchcha and pucca
traffic flows unceasingly through some
and others, more beautiful
remain deserted .
one could lose oneself here
but just as well be found.

the aerial view
of my diseased city
reminds me
of my own heart.
(tap.tap. all is well.)