Whooooooosh!!!!!!!! Time flies like an F1 car on the tracks.......... It has been more than six months since I posted last. Now, I am trying to get to terms with life and become regular with this page. God knows how long this longing will belong to me...........?????????
Yet as I drive my car through the windy roads of Delhi, i come across the red lights so frequently that sometimes driving seems to be an act of waiting at the red lights with idle engine of the car and an idle mind in my head. To keep these two highly energy gorging components of our lives alive, you have to keep raving the engine of the car and keep feeding your mind with observing the world around you. This is a small piece of observation on such red lights......
On the Red Light
On the red light, you see him every day,
Wading through the traffic like a child's
play,
A knock on the window panes of your car,
You turn your head away to avoid the spar,
You are taken aback by the sudden painful
yelp,
Not sure whether it's a threat or a cry for
help,
Heads shake but nothing comes out of the
purse,
He is off your car showering the choicest
curse.
At the next red light you are greeted by a
different face,
Beneath the filth you can see the hidden
grace,
God's bounty lost in worldly war of rags
and riches,
Pieces of honour held together with knots
and stitches.
Your eyes get glued to the dim spark of
flare,
Braving the silent hunt of piercing stare,
You reach for the purse and swish out a
shining dime,
Generosity, thus, envelopes a cardinal
crime.
Come the next red light and they are there,
Having stormed your car all over from
nowhere,
With the claps and chants that only they
can make,
Leave here your Wordsworth or William
Blake,
You feel little tamed yet proud like tiger
in a den,
Because you are sure that you are either a
cock or a hen,
Some coins are flashed but they heckle for
more,
Dare you to mingle, giving catcalls like a
whore.
Next red light is near a tree on a
platform,
A drum beats and two lean figurants
perform,
A hand rubs against your window like a
worm,
You wonder how life exists in such a frail
form;
Why people bear them when they can't feed,
Is it nature's game or some goon's greed,
Lost in your thoughts you give them a
pence,
And also a word of advice not to beg ever
hence.
