Leaving On a Wet Plane

Last few days, living in Patna has been an experience. Water logged on for a week at a stretch. No commercial activity, not a step forward.
Its disgusting, and at times like this one has to rethink all that is and will be.
Mentally, I have been much occupied.
Re strategizing, all my lives plan. I am kind of confused, whether, it is the right thing that I am doing, by staying put,
will I ever see the light at the end of the tunnel or my eyes will adjust to the darkness.
I do not have the solutions as yet, as this is getting tough.
Have heard that, this is when tough get going,
Guess its time to get going, some place else.
At least for the time being, just to tell yourself there is more to life than just this.

(With regrets to Mr. Denver, here are my words)


All my bags are packed I’m ready to go
I’'m standing here outside my door
Folded trousers to the thigh,
Shoes in hand and bags on sky,
Into the water, knee deep high.

Its early morning,
the taxi is waiting,
He’s blowing his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die

Not of loneliness,
But the smell of the decaying water,
Breeding cholera and malaria,
Floating excreta of a million humans

so kiss me and smile for me
I know you won’t wait for me,
Never hold me like you ever did
Because I’m leaving, on a wet plane
don’t know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

The best I can do is think of roses,
Justify my stay,
Living in this shit hole,
Torment my family,
For some silly point to make.

Stupid municipality dictating my life,
How I live how I die.
Anguish, which will never turn into a revolution,
Will just get used to living in this rut.

But promise that we will be leaving,
On a jet plane,
Just to unlearn,
Not for long,
Sure to come back,
Some day again,
After having learnt,
that the rest of the world is not much different.