Just Move (Poem)

Street lamps
burning like a Taliban gun
shooed away tanned darkness and
chilli powder emptiness.
The kid stole a muddy carrot
and slipped out into the dying crowd.
eagle with 1:2 eyes
and Zarathustra’s breath
gazed at my thrift store soul.
Colonized psyches
in a Bajaj scooter
and 1 gram gold sweats
were boiling in traffic
with their Falooda tantrums
and stockfish skins.