Watching through my kitchen window.

As   I was watching   through my kitchen   window
Criss   crossed  by  barbed wires   mesh,

Doves, sparrows    and    crows  visit   the

Sixth   storied    window  slabs , peck,

Walk  like  a  security  guard,

 Share  the  food  particles  offered

By  housewives, a ritualistic  process

To  remember and worship the dead 

and  gone.    Belief ,  grand  visitation 

through  these  birds.

 

Same time  a    flash in  my  memory

Newspaper   reports   somebody

Committed  suicide  due to debt

Jumping off   from  top  floor;

Else   where similar case due

to   failure  in  love.  

I   ponder  why  these  cowards

Have  scant  respects for  their  souls

Precious  life , only one

 we know  In this   Birth?   

In side  the  kitchen 

So  much happens,

 Milk boiler whistles,

Hot pellets  of  water

Through  the  whistle  gap,

Boiling  point   is over.

Metro  water  tap    which is

not    closed  completely,

gives    outbursts  of

starting   trouble.

I open  my    refrigerator

My  eye  captures  an

American  emblem,

Toy   aircraft  affixed 

On  the   crimson   door,

Oh! This  American  desire

Is  both   a   miracle and  a  mirage,

A  wonder   working  machine 

and   elusive   stick.

All depends upon  the  deserving.

The  Avatar, embedded or

Seated   in  my  heart,

By  intuitive  turns,

Affirms, work   hard,

Grip   the   quill   with 

diligence    and  flow.

I will  take  you  to

INGGLANDU  AND  AM...ERICA.