BACK IN-ACTION

a new beginning. in the whispering cold. summersaulting sleep.
i reach paradigm shifts hastily, in the surprise of your latest political
maneuvering tricks and the very same I the very same rhymes subsist

there is no political action without a spiritual reaction
is what i want to surmise

from mountain cave and forest of the insane
and those who cant rest

we talk of anarchy
we think of an alternate media scheme
we plan knowledge
social engineering

i am an ant still, in a fat woman's swollen blouse
all this can burst me up, the dreams can get so crowded
my days can fill up, with faces i have never seen

and today i can be a delhi middle class woman
visiting an up-town restaurant with her husband and kid

to dine at united coffee house on steak and potato chips