Bonnie & Clyde

By: Nandini Sharma

the world sets slumber

and up we rise—

misfit desperadoes,

hunting an adventure to strike

in drunken daydreams and second hand highs

we realise—

world’s a criminal,

we’re the crimes

stepping on the clusters of neons,

bullets aim to wound—

still, we fly amidst the breaches,

sailing for the moon

laughter surrounds rebellion

and, here’s where we are supposed to be:

gunpowder, treason and plot:

aiming for the agony, teasing the kill

we charm rebellion,

it lays pretty on the aisles.

coercing memory into existence,

negotiating distance with smiles.

“starts the fight,”

—says the lil’ note in the back;

set the clock, turn the page

load the powder, zip the pack

stars align and none’s wiser,

ready, get, and begin we fucking go

recklessness of fierce temptation

reach us the ghost of the stars—

they disappear underneath fingertips,

praying alongside scars in midtown bars

night’s always young,

and us, never defeated,

devil’s advocates—

the script reads anti-christ and anarchist;

we’re shooting the skies,

aiming for god,

we’re a testament of the vengeance of the happy lovers—

writing lores of troubled invincibilities

composing maimed magic,

screaming down on

masters of the craft

and the craft is love.

the best place to plant a bomb is in the heart -

ours smile from the moon.

kissing, screaming, fighting

it is reckoning of the tools of resistance that swoon.