We, the people, not so collective
Calibrating democracy, year after year
speaking truth to power,
talking about the 'post-truth' and the 'hyper-real'
thinking and re-thinking what shouldn’t bind us to cells
that do not allow circles of light-drops.
Rushing through diction, fiction and idioms.
Swimming onto the traces of the political'.
The political states that we are not a collective
and I need You different to breathe and You need Me hostile.
And I will search for many ‘I’s while you search for your ‘You’s and let us collide.
Till your ‘You’s vaporize into my ‘I’s. But I need it before my eyes, all before my eyes till I know we are enough to
now
find newer ‘You’s within Us.
We pledge to hear Us, you and me,
finding politics
in life.
And in finding it we are a collective
On roads and rails.
Some days, I invite Us into my room where I preserve my difference and leave space for You to be You.
We will celebrate it in art and discourse
through our words and smiles till we turn back and thunder in closed hands of how that You in you is disturbing.
That the grudges of the ‘enlightenment’ and the ‘revolutionary’ spared you both ways
and for You my pity churns till it makes me true democratic.
Each You and I pen the same thing down every night before we glow through the discourses of life and art.
Clapping each I to silence.
We talk of difference next day and cut out the fuss
There lies a fascist in each one of Us.