I want to be read - free

I want to emboss poetry on metro rails

one day 

on the swaying and swishing body of the train

ón the faded skin of DTC buses

on the muscles of corporate architectures

in malls

in parking lots

painting the city with poetry 

Delhi - where i lost myself and found again 

i want to write poetry deeply engraved into its skin 

Breathing the hot and cold of the weather 

surviving the scorching heat of politics 

and the vaporous cold of media

i want it to still survive

after freezing days of unsymapthy

after scalding days of vulgar show off 

I want poetry

to be free from the hassles of bespectacled editors

and branded publishers

and swanky cars driving B&B Sons and other publicity 'givers'

I want to write for myself

and you and us

and anyone that breathes 

and not depend on anyone

to be read to be publicized 

I want to write poetry on the mounds of dirt - everywhere

gushing off stench in Nehru Vihar

used, putrefying sanitary napkins

dogs and urchins debating Darwin

over half eaten pizza 

I want to write poetry on swanky cabinet meetings

'in glassrooms of corporate structures

on half burnt faces 

maimed limbs

mangled bodies

crushed dreams

brutally snatched livelihoods 

I want to write on Wazirabad and Gopalpur

and report how unannounced fire burnt illegal constructions

how carbon monoxide killed daily wagers

while they thought

they slept peacefully

in the winter night  

And be published and displayed at Race Course

the next station Jor bagh

many stations earlier

the Hauz Khas 'Village'

I want to write poetry on actual villages

on happiness there 

Not all vulgar and ugly

but sometimes beautiful when they really are. 

Looking for beauty in the metros

i look for poetry

on the otherwise blank

or badly done advertisements 

of a certain shrieking politician

claiming to clean Delhi