Writers travel when they are travelling around the globe, but also travel sitting at home, at their desk, the way Kafka did. If memory is a train, writers are constant travellers, carrying within themselves the invisible maps of memory.
Hills holding hands Sleepy factories Announce the city To come Trees Speak in Kannada The red soil Is silent Outside the station Friend and cool breeze Welcome us Music in the car Is English The cigarette Korean Our words Have no country
Vidrohi recited his poems from a stage made of stones, or cement, or mere earth. JNU was Vidrohi’s Delphi. In a poem he called himself a descendant of Spartacus and warned the Caesars of history, he would collect the slaves and storm Rome.