For Arjun, I write this.


 For Arjun, I write this.
I write/right this for Arjun
Who has lunged into warscapes
As he must.
Come with me, he urges, into the valley of war.
The bloody valley of war.
And I cry.
Dry tears.
My tears drop on drylands as diamonds
Of Shiva’s wrath.
And we dance to techno
As if there were no war.


Arjun heaves at my email.
And this is the age of frozen wifi.
No connection
Connections are slow
Curfew
Into the valley of war.
Try to cry tonight, Arjun.

Try. And happy Diwali.

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