He sat in his armchair by the window 

Looking at the brand new world outside

Different from the world he remembered 

This was the world of indifference 

Where communication was a weapon

And the youngsters knew how to use it

They were always ready for an argument 

And spoke in exclamatory gutturals

They never cared about making themselves understood 

They loved to be misunderstood 

The rewards of obscurity outweighed clarity

They did not believe in tradition

He had seen Burkha clad teenagers smoking

On their way home from school

Speaking merrily about their date later on

It shocked him. It amused him.

The world seemed to move at a dizzying pace

The city of his teenage was a drug and disco paradise

Opium dens and brothels dotted the landscape

But there was no rebellion like the one he was witnessing 

It was about apathy and partial understanding 

The disco had died but the city continued to sway to a beat

A dark mundane beat reverberating every street

From the prostitutes to the billionaires

They all said the same thing in different ways

‘Dance, idiot, dance. Dance or you die’


About me 

And who exactly am I?

I am the embarrassment you feel

When you wave at someone in public

And they just walk off ignoring you

I am the panic you feel

When you suffer the falling sensation

While sleeping

I am the fear in your mind

When you were alone in the dark

As a child and thought you heard strange noises

I am your every nightmare ever

And the feeling you wake up with 

After having one

I am the helplessness you feel

In the face of tragedy 

The regrets of your life

When you know you could have changed things

But nothing can be done now

I am the moments of anger

That erupt out of suppressed rebellion 

I am the knock on your door

When you’re in your room

Watching porn

I am your pain

Your anxiety and your insecurity

The itch on your back

That you can’t scratch

I am your lust

Animalistic yet repressed

I am your broken dream

I am immense

I am nothing

I am Girish