Cream Scene Carnival

Sorry, I am a stranger here myself

(After Peter Bland)

But I can tell you the best shop for finding mangoes 

And the road to the nearby church is actually lonely

Which is why I try to stay in the city

Noise has always been a better prayer

At least it puts me to sleep

A cat sleeps always by the front tyre of an old Maruti car

Only getting up to eat whatever is given to her

But this is the only way to exist here

You feed on the pieces of love

And believe you are needed here

Some will call it resilience

Some, just pure audacity to believe that you still matter

But all of us eventually will search for home

And nobody will ever reach it

But believe me when I say this

Of all the days I have lived here

I was the happiest when I could sleep as it rained.