On Independence Day I am reminded of how the Indian Constitution is a shining blueprint of justice, liberty, equality, and fraternity. The spineless idiots running the country might treat it like an inconvenient suggestion, but the constitution hasn’t failed, we just need the right builders #hopeful

To be a tree
might feel like time in slow release,
no mind, no rush, just rooted peace
no sight or sound, but rain you taste,
the sun’s slow hand upon your face
the wind a whisper through your skin,
you sense the world from deep within
no ‘you’, no need to strive,
just being still and yet, alive.

i don’t want a soft life wrapped in bows
i want wild days and muddy toes
i want to cry, scream, paint and kiss
not trade my truth for quiet bliss

give me naps, justice, puns and mango trees
I want late-night fights and lovers knees

a life that burns through lies
nothing’s neat, but all feels mine