The pilot in baritone
says he needs to fly around spaces
sounding confidently vague, forced
it must be how he was briefed
reminds me of the rhetoric
that stutters in our streets
our homes these days
he must have heard words
futile words, language
of burning tongues
each syllable delirious
with avoidable political slew
meanwhile elliptical clouds
measure time
into a supple blue, easily
crossing spaces, unbetrayed
I love my home in a resolute way
I wonder if he is one of those
enamored nationalists
it is fashionable, these days
I wish he would
focus, pay attention
stay assured
reassemble his journey
I love my home in a resolute way
He regretfully announces
that he is now
moving into spaces
fragile spaces, lagoons
airspace defined once
as an ephemeral vastness
has became incisively infused
with retaliatory overtones
I love my home in a resolute way
It is raining outside
the pilot declares that
seat belts signs are now on
I tighten my belt, carefully
loose around my torso
and look outside the window
like exiled nerve endings
droplets painstakingly
linger onto the window
like your morning kiss
swallowed then into
the caress of cloudbursts
I wonder if spaces
have now blended
transcending questions
cannot tell though, a
stained window blocks
needs a scrub from outside
my view enshrouded
I love my home in a resolute way
He says he needs to land
only a 2 hour stop at Vienna
to refuel and recrew, rebalance
the gentlemen next to me
is snoozing, on his lap
an open Nida Fazli
I squint a peak
the sun gazes askance
Kabhi kissi ko muqammal Jahaan nahin milta
kahin zameen to kahin aasman nahin milta
I love my home
in a resolute way
a muted way
an adamant way
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