RENDEZVOUS @ CROSSROADS

Is the room empty? The sun still kisses the foot of the bed.. The clock still ticks on... The book still lies on the crumpled bed sheet... The pillow still smells his sweat.. Is the room empty?.... I can smell him on the bed... I can touch him through the pages of his books... I can feel him in the warmth on the window ledge... He remains with me...within me... Is the room empty? It's "Still His Room" Painting by  Mumuscape

I can’t breathe ... can you? I see Mohan Lal in George Floyd ... do you? I see Arvina Khatun in Breanna Taylor... do you? I see casteism in racism ... do you? I see “goli maro saalon ko” in “looting.. shooting” I see Kashmir in Minneapolis I am yet to be woke... Lives matter... They matter to me on the road They matter to me on the rail tracks Yet I don’t leave my suburban peace Yet I don’t go back and fight for a cause... I can’t breathe ... can you? Painting by  Mumuscape