Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.
Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.
From the abyss of the uncultivated she arose
To embezel the throne of myst and flair,
Holding on to the coins of merry
Unto the pity minds of the golden Æschere.
This was shot on the way to my maternal uncle’s house in Bhatpara on the 5th of September 2007 with all my friends. We had travelled in car and had stopped at various locations on the highway to take snaps.
And when you come ‘down’,
To my city of amorous joys.
Amidst a social chaos in a plethora of faiths,
Fantasizing and prostituting religion,
Loud vociferation of hypocrite secularism
And to sum it all: “a diverse culture!”
Amidst constituted vindictive politics
Unaccounted powers, vested by unaccounted population;
Where every ballot is a dramatized guillotine –
In the world’s most comprehensive constitution.
As memories get refreshed, those subtle tingling sensations seem to be re-awakened into existence. Photographs are the tool to make you turn around, wait, look down and wonder “I have traveled so far in time!”