The beauty of being
alive is when you're dead
you're no longer alive
However I don't know
what it means to either
be alive nor be dead
Only if the latter
leads me to the ladder
between this life and death
Under no condition
do I presume to know
how it is we can thrive
Generally pennies
don't make a millionaire
unless my chance to shine
Happily with my girl
to be husband and wife
or whatever we want
Only to break the rules
or to play by the rules
means societal games
Notwithstanding the love
and marriage industry
my own divorce was thread
Legally when I signed
the state certificate
to wed my final breath
Your love of love to laugh
in the face of morals
taught by Church and the State
Indeed the conditions
to make money in fact
is our status divine
No one knows the meaning
of life karma and death
better than one who haunts
Mumbai's streets since I left
like a doppelgänger
my infant twin who blames
Ubiquity code name
for God mortality
the prison house of souls
Mysterious language
games my deceased sister
my own fraternal twin
Bombay accepts her ghost
like so many other
dead souls flat tires deflate
As spikes puncture rubber
shells the meaning of life
cracks like ceramic bowls
I imagine the lies
I tell are pure fiction
whence I commit a sin
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