Part of ‘Landfill Pilgrimages’ made in 2017 to assess and create a relationship with waste
Today I stepped off the edge Left the road, went to the margins
You know, I always have had a love for mountains Today, it just got deeper And disturbing and Intolerably moving But I have to admit Today was different I have loved the air up there, it uplifts me Today, it choked me. Water. How I like it flowing through the ridges, sparkling musically Meandering streams finding its way into my body Pacifying every cell Today, it was. Different. Oh! Do you love tea too?
Going to the mountains, for me is going home! Can I call this mountain my home? Even as I live in that far off land Delhi with its delights
Look, this has 2 of my favorite things 20 years I have been investing 2 minutes this way, This home shall live with it for 200 years. Or more.
Today I stepped off the edge Left the alluring road to development, went to the margins And found my lost friends. Much like in this frame, nobody notices them Even as they go about prolonging our life on the planet Oh, they don’t know it. Today, I saw my own gatekeepers throw stones at them And I just stood, like always.
Before today, I have whizzed past on the road Comfortably cushioned Forcefully detached from other worlds by my elected Today, I stepped off the edge Left the road that separates, came to the margins that connects How far can I go, I asked myself?
And just then It came again. And blinded me with dust. Separated from my expanded world. Something like this comes outside my house, every morning And blinds me, day after day To see beyond the road, into the margins.
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