A Diary of Everyday Roots
Clouds sail past, flitting by my window
As questions balloon in my mind
Rendering my head heavy and swollen
While the sand drips, contained in glass.
Off to the bathroom, seeking
Relief from the sour blocked
Nose, that I caused heartlessly
To drip thus by force of habit.
Cannot my roots somehow aid
In the quest for the alleviation
Of my fever, he Raam -
Bid me rest, grant me sleep.
Introspection we must chase
To define ourselves better,
For ambition rests upon
The slender shoulders of our roots.
Through compulsive retail therapy
Do we persist in our venture
To define and analyse and measure,
As the planet’s ecology meets its doom.
Patience wears itself thin
As we scrutinise and dig
Clicks and keys ring forth
And yelling matches result.
Salt, pepper and turmeric fly in pots
As we neglect the crushed peanuts
Water boils, and the sprouts dance
As the search for our roots persists.