Complicated yet incomplete, Is sometimes the outcome it is The incomplete corners The reflected selves The unvarnished post office brings The one in the mirror Authenticity Faked And yet searching The kernel of rawness In the midst of the day Connect with the lost self Lost somewhere Not searchable

History as Farce.

History first repeats as tragedy, then as farce. Before ‘acknowledging’ independence, from the Brit’s. India had to undergo a surgery to satisfy Nehru ji’s ego- millions killed, raped and injured and displaced so that demographics get inverted. Punjab and Bengal get slaughtered and the post colonial ramifications are felt in 2018 through the NRC debate, … More History as Farce.