as is the time off the dayi was strolling fast along the way side of vijay chowk
bound straight to my room
just avoiding the v.i.p movement time
probably i try hard to reach in time
every day i prepare for the fresh
fallen nerves say lets try for the next day
my thoughts got interrupted by the beauty of petunias
fresh, as my desires
they do know next day it'll be anothers' innings
but the smile is too good
to be evasive
for the moment
and probably we live for the moment only
evening got me too hectic
till i realised its too late to leave the office
but silent corridors do remind
what i often forget
i got aghast at the sight of a deranged desolated female
in 40's standing at the middle of road at vijay chowk
her figure and body cuts suddenly took me to the thrown away history of india
it was that location when Nehru and people of the yore gathered to hear and tell that finally the British decided to sign off the long drawn eve of 100+ years
but why are you equating this lady to the great Nehru
i asked myself
nothin: sometimes the religious and even the spiritualistic brains talk of perpetual life thro' which we happen to have the cycle of this LIFE
but why you feel that this mentally deranged lady represent such a horrible combination
nothin: i talked to myself: you see, so far No body has ever proved the equation of life and what is after this life and related do's and dont's
but i brushed aside my thoughts as if it were too hellucinated "with drug after effect like"
a few steps ahead
i was now free of stupid thoughts
and relieved of the burdensome routine
as i saw a few young hearts sitting on the lawns
but where is she
it asked me
may be today is 13th March
and she may be performing somewhere
but why didn't you go there
i kept silent
as if
i am the usual way
source: shipra.v
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