Photo credit: alexik
Kooks on Mumbay markets are short-sighted,
overcharged by spray-paint plasters
which they adorn with pin reminders
of their brand-new Russian Constitutions,
lifted-up, unfolded, as Christmas Carols
uttered in an apt performance -
ID-clipped tourists and policemen are
getting quirk while questioning art dealers,
like amazing passing fancies for that
blazing orange lightnings, stretches of Hindi
slang amid the languages, I murmur Mozart,
quietly, coriander incense fills my mind-game.