I'm reddened by the blue on both sides of the barricade / I don't wear

my politics on my sleeve but I don't hide it in my pockets either / I

remember jamia, the straw, the lynch, the bricks / watch modi's old

interview with thapar on loop & lmao / the watercanon, the guns, the

GPS chip, the drugs, the lathis / in the distant but pure solidarity with

the farmers' protest, I find comfort in resistance / even though the night-

ingale is buried in the tempest, there is hope in the existence of its song //

I miss, am I missed / why me / burdened with the sisyphean boulder of

overthought / scarred by ripples before I even hold the pebble / grown in

the same orchard, how did the apple fall so far as to make birth an alien

arrival // I miss someone / miss someone too / some one two / one too

many / none to any // like keats, I'm half in love with easeful death / unlike

emily, death does not stop for me but mocks me from carriages within

my sight // but the little joys tide me over / loved the pink ball rip through

batsmen at adelaide today / sting's debut on dynamite / tarkovsky // but still

the twilight shivers / yous are on beaches / I'm in my cold / in envy of wanting

something / am I missing the sense of missing / omissioned in omnimissing

~Ajay
20/12/2020