I was born in Bombay a city of millions in nineteen sixty-nine but just three months later my mom dad and brother moved away to London even though they took me with them my ghost remains haunting those Mumbai streets restless soul runs circles while I run marathons summoned by the divine imperative to fly with wings of messengers until I return home aging eternally until I become one with my Tartarus shade
Endlessly wandering with Sagittarian parents we moved again Middlesex where I said goodbye to Amanda westward across the pond because my father worked as a flight controller with Air India suites asked him to move to Queens New York in Kew Gardens we stayed for just two years rest assured I turned five years old before we moved under the sunny dome killer of flesh and blood melanoma city to the home I can't trade
As for Huntington Beach where locals made me feel foreign I can't complain simple people struggle here to make a living they compete with put downs such experiences left their mark but my friends kept me in check their hearts assented to my own eccentric character warped by beatings and tears I live as an adult child of alcoholic spirits who wore their crowns like a king and his queen I never seemed to fit their family scheme old farts
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I was born in Bombay
a city of millions
in nineteen sixty-nine
but just three months later
my mom dad and brother
moved away to London
even though they took me
with them my ghost remains
haunting those Mumbai streets
restless soul runs circles
while I run marathons
summoned by the divine
imperative to fly
with wings of messengers
until I return home
aging eternally
until I become one
with my Tartarus shade
Endlessly wandering
with Sagittarian
parents we moved again
Middlesex where I said
goodbye to Amanda
westward across the pond
because my father worked
as a flight controller
with Air India suites
asked him to move to Queens
New York in Kew Gardens
we stayed for just two years
rest assured I turned five
years old before we moved
under the sunny dome
killer of flesh and blood
melanoma city
to the home I can't trade
As for Huntington Beach
where locals made me feel
foreign I can't complain
simple people struggle
here to make a living
they compete with put downs
such experiences
left their mark but my friends
kept me in check their hearts
assented to my own
eccentric character
warped by beatings and tears
I live as an adult
child of alcoholic
spirits who wore their crowns
like a king and his queen
I never seemed to fit
their family scheme old farts
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