Any normal day in Delhi
On the roads
i traverse the same path
over and over again
sometimes silent,
at others screaming.
crowds that are same
and yet not quite.
most in a hurry,
few pausing;
business as usual.
time running out
but a few don’t care.
i pause, savour, inhale;
the redolent air,
filled with essence of you.
i whirl back
with sudden awareness
of you gone from my life.
your memories are
all I have left for now,
bereft of any soul.
14 comments:
how often do we walk the same path over and over until we realise it's time to move on... great stuff!
Traffic jam of bad memories. Light definitely needsd to turn green. Excellent!!
wonderful!
(You need to come to Van Buren for a while, I felt claustrophobic just looking at that photo!)
lovely post. good that you had moved on. :)
P.S. the picture reminds me of the daily crush of motorbikes at the checkpoint between my country and it's neighbour.
That took me back to Karol Bagh. Oh, of being amidst a crowd and a lonely heart! Good one Gautami.
Wonderful poem Guatami!
You are so talented with your words!
Margie
Right polona. There is always something new in that same path.
pat, this is funny and apt!
andrew, are you inviting me?
dnake1, one has only only way to go. Move on.
kranti: welcome to my blog. Karol bagh, daryaganj, IITO. it's all the same here!
margie, thanks. So are you...
I can't imagine navigating through that throng of people!?
Wow...the redolent air!
Especially with that sea of faces and my mind racing to find a memory or two. With so many people to choose from your mind would be working overtime and trying to shut down at the same time.
Your vision of a a lost face in the crowd was very sad...were you thinking of someone from long ago or a recent departure.
Well h. e., most part of India is like that. So we are used to it. Infact the day there is some kind of strike, Delhi seems dead. I like the moving people. It is so revealing to watch them.
Aren't most of us looking for a familiar face in a crowd?
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