What's on my head? What's in my head?

A deserted highway dhaba, a night train journey, memory faded.

What's on my head, what's in my head?

A stone of destroyed civilization, a conversation with the dead.

Smoke filled vagina, an uncrumpled bed.

A southern polestar, a rejection lip-shaded.

What's on my head, what's in my head?

An essay on my epitaph, children unbred.

A blood droplet on grass strand, a goodbye never said.

What's on my head, what's in my head?

Citylights on the horizon, innocence of child's question unsaid.

A dream of touching stardust, a curse of immortality casted.

What's on my head, what's in my head?

Sand in the pocket, a wave in the night divided.

Search of meaning in a dictionary, fear of life lying ahead.

A blank moment before banging door, a tear for the victim unrelated.

What's on my head, what's in my head?

(a picture to come later...what's on my head, what's in my head?)

I am dead

Am I dead or only feeling like it?
What actually is death, death is to you or for others, yours or theirs.

The stink of old humid newspapers,
the characters are washed up, the news of no use
the faces pasted with smiles, ants have eaten up right cheek
kids are older than my grandmother now
the hand in my mouth could not fathom words

there was an offshoot too, bright green
I have kept electric motors in that old box lost its sheen,
what date is today, when did I breath last time

I used to feel my last part of lungs getting swollen up

Now the dust fills my nostrils
All those memories are mixed in it
I fear that they will think I’m a seed
I don’t wanna sow me all over again

But no it won’t happen, it won’t happen
that was my last wish written on my epitaph