India, the Unknown City

From the desk of Vitasta Raina
Time: Irrelevant

Visually cloned,
we reincarnate every day,
in the business of our life.
Our conscious spirit,
a floodplain, decades long,
is found in emblematic images,
in the histories made of messy cities,
informal and open-minded,
designed for convenience,
simultaneously liberating and inescapable.

O’ Architect,
design another temple,
provocative and generic,
culture-sensitive and common,
oversimplified, crumbling in pinioned spaces
between noise and vacuum,
crime and sorrow,
for in the city of our dreams,
anonymity is accepted
as our collective identity.

Where is that urban rhythm?
That dance of the insane Indian streets
beautiful in its entirety,
in its chaos and abandoned spirits,
in inqalab and in swaraj,
awakened,
a story about us
intimate,
a story of us.
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