Cartography Poem by Shruti Goswami

We are pegged mercilessly
To the cartography
Of this world
And our dreams
Flow like the rivers and rivulets
Sometimes shatter
And fall like grains of sand
Lonesome fate with a magic wand
Waves away all fear and sorrow
Like borderless countries
And nameless nations
And sometimes
Even other planets
And their celestial abodes
They invade
And percolate
Until those dreams
Drive us crazy
And all shooting stars
And meteors
With their lambent wit
Shower and fall on places
Where dinosaurs tread
To be cooled and doused
By ice age and return
Have a rotation or re run
Like the atlas on a globe
Giving birth to revolution
Or riots of colours
On a torn out map.

I have long since achieved
The escape velocity
That dreams are made of.