Vijay Rajakumar

What does it mean to truly belong to Her?
Feeling safe, protected and strong,
Warm cups of tea, a place to be,
A work to do, surrounded by the best of the best.
Thoughts of settling down, having kids,
A life of routine, and finally, suffocate in suburbia
By the subtleties called the modern life.
Where is the passion, the art, the desire
To break free and seek another type of life.
They say it’s scary out there.
The people in those dreams are at best not normal.
Choose a life, the same pill spoon fed to a million people.
Its OK to be a cog, its very safe in here.
Take a kitsch cause. Like, go to the supermarket
And see the miles and miles of aisles,
Organic coffee, sustainably farmed potatoes and all.
Carefully made in faraway lands, subverting laws that no one cares.
Then, you get to notice this local yogurt,
Nicely packed in glass jar wrapped in paper and all.
But, first you stop to see if it is really good for your heart.
And then the reality hits you, its all a big joke.
A left-right anarcho-capitalist social-kernel.
You realise this war without is also a war within yourself.
Its best to assume nothing
And prepare for the splendid lonely days by Her.

-Written while waiting at SFO for a delayed flight to India.