Walking down the road in the morning,
Glanced my face in the mirror of the speeding car; gloomy , tired
Is it going to be like this for rest of life, dragging myself to nightmares?
But in this frustration, I wasn’t alone
Everyone I saw on the road had the same expression
As if the tired souls are whispering the melancholy into each other
Fifteen kg kids walking like drunkards,
Fighting gravity with twenty-five kg schoolbags on their back
Men hurrying towards daily jobs ,
Holding lunchbox in one hand and wet handkerchief in other
Women covered from head to toe,
Only eyes peering out of the cloth protection
It is not a religious thing: They are just fighting with sun not to
interfere with color of their skin
Students hanging from train doors
Is it just population or we just like to lean on each other?
In those crowded compartments, still business thrives
One blind vendor fights his way through sweating bodies to earn his
daily living
Only happy face it seemed, when I look outside, models in the
billboards
Selling underwear to gold with their plastic smiles
The train stops at stations and the wave of bodies crash into each
other
Coming, going, standing, thinking and not thinking
Lost in the spectacular daily zombie walk of civilisation
As a species have we outlived our invitation?
Sitting in the office, waiting for the hands of clock to arrange
themselves in a beautiful angle
So that I can return to my room, I wonder
Who is more lonely : the handrails in the empty train waiting for hands
to hold them again
Or the vehicles in the parking lot under the scorching sun
