They ask me if I think of my future – have you ever thought of…? I tell them – I take a day a time And future as unknown with numerous unknowns and possibilities
I have stopped dreading the future Out of sheer shame It is a sheer privilege and luxury To be alive while many are dying or Being killed mercilessly
It is not just humans I am talking about Those are always the collateral Quid pro pro you see? No, no – not just life for life But life for land, minerals, rivers, seas and power
I also mean the other species, climate, air Trees, rivers, mountains, glaciers, Ponds, lakes, forests,.estuaries and wetlands The planet under the great threat The land sharks are on the loose They are worse than the sea ones
And they point out to their political masters Who they say have a cut They serve the greed, lust and perversity They point to you and me too Our flawed dreams and aspirations
We all want an immortal home In our mortal lives We pretend to do it For our future generations By killing theirs and rest others
We don’t know where the Owlets went Or the fledglings Or the big cats, elephants or the tiny ones When that wild fire raged Or the bombs dropped
Future? You ask… I don’t think it’s gonna be any different We would be perhaps hanging on the walls In lovely framed photos taken by best cameras Which would be vintage ones tomorrow
Those who will survive, will ask Like we often ask – Why no one acted to end the war? Or save the planet? And life on it? They would perhaps Live the tragic consequences Of our inactions
Being gone, is being free too Eventual absolute freedom From the degenerating bodies, ailments From the cells which start dying From the day we are born
Being free of the conscience Free of thoughts and guilt Not having to bear witness To ghastly progress Where we prefer algorithmic voice And intellect too
I want my plants and trees and rivers and nature to outlive me I want to dream of a future that will Breathe in gratitude And not curse their past where Everything was normalised and livestreamed
I just want the future to breathe I want possibilities of the future to exist While the present is hell bent on harming it Just for its own imagined ‘collective good’ For the collectives which are exclusive clubs Of the powerful, greedy and merciless
I know I don’t have a future One day dying cells will win over I know I will wrinkle and wither Just like my flowers and leaves There cannot be any other way
Perhaps I am already dead, so are you We watch it all live streamed Wildfires, melting glaciers, dead rivers, Erased forests and the lakes Bombs and deaths of the little ones
We still go out and buy those ACs Cars, new flats and their abundant lies We think we are part of the exclusive ‘collectives’, the chosen fittest species With exclusive passes To the grand party on the plundered land!!!