Hey…

I can talk to trees for hours

I can hold a roundtable with dogs

I can solve an argument of bees

Buzzing around sunflowers

I can converse with a sexist rickshaw driver in his dialect

I can sing ‘Afreen Afreen’ with a taxi driver who has 5 grandchildren

I can talk to Gulzar sahaab after being a bit starstruck

I can debate with Arnab (PS: If he is sleeping)

I can fight with bhakts

I can intellectually masturbate with pseudo-intellectuals

I can hold a seminar for pseudo feminists

I can stand in front of 444444444 people after a normal panic attack

But your ‘Hey’ with three ellipses

Sends all the shivers possible down my spine…

If World Loses Its Heart

If world loses its light
What will I do with morning
What will I do with summer
I will retreat in you
If world loses its colour
What will I do with dusk
What will I do with spring
I will mix with you
If world loses its melody
What will I do with raindrops
What will I do with lullabies
I will take birth out of you
If world loses its heart
What will I do with pain
What will I do with compassion
I will get free from you…

(Excerpt from the movie – Season Of The Devil by Lav Diaz)