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Here, walks people
wasting not a second
navigating urgent missions.
Without halt, in cycles
coming to and from,
fast and slow. We walk
alongside the bobbing sea
of heads and shoulders.
There goes a man
who is in a hurry
to catch his train.
While the woman
will just be in time
to make it with an appointment.
Some guy chases a girl.
And a working mom
squeezing in the crowd while
talking on her mobile phone.
Like them,
this pavement
lay a mute witness
to strangers who make their way
onward to destinations-
to directions
precisely peg-marked
as milestones to life.
Turning left and right,
brushing past signals
and pedestrian crossings
colliding like busy ants.
Our back’s two steps ahead
to the ones whom we have left
behind. Existing as familiar
tourist walking our two legs
in an imaginary life machine.
No one notices the other.
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Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Poetry, Society, Travel, tagged anxious, back, became, behind, believe, bleak, blue, book, bump, churns, cloud, color, counterclockwise, creature, days, denial, down, dream, earnest, entangle, far, farce, fast, filter, flip, flutter, fly, frontier, gone, gossamer, hands, happened, heady, hindsight, home, hum, I, imagination, journey, left, life, loop, lull, maze, me, memory, mid-air, migratory, monotony, much, nostril, nothing, old, One, pace, past, poem, poetry, reality, really, remember, rhythms, roof, runway, rust, sea, silk, sleep, slip, smog, something, soon, steel, suddenly, survival, thread, time, today, touch, touchdown, traffic, transient, wake, walk, watch, way, while, years, yesterday on January 31, 2010|
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Mid-air in my waking dream
are clouds and clouds away.
Like migratory creatures
homing their way into
transient frontiers.
Lulled by the rhythms
of the humming steel.
It churns anxiously, and
earnestly of home.
While the hands of time
back paces into
a counterclockwise.
The book of days
Suddenly flipped
to a journey of old memories.
Of some silky threads
of years slipped through
in a hindsight. As if
I didn’t left yesterday.
Then, something in me
fluttered like a fly.
Or is it really?
Touching down
this imagination to a farce.
As I watch the blue sea
became the bleakest
monotony of rust-colored roofs.
And the bumpy runway
made me remember
of the past. That is much more likely-
today. When nothing ever happened
to the ones I left behind- yesterday.
The gossamer of traffic.
Life entangled mazes
survival in the loop.
Sleep walking and heady
as the smog filtered
in my nostrils.
A reality I denied to believe.
Have I gone too far?
Too fast. Too soon.
As if I didn’t left?
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Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
Walking Along
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged ahead, along, alongside, ants, appointment, back, behind, bob, brush, busy, catch, chase, collide, coming, crossing, crowd, cycle, destinations, directions, existence, familiar, fast, from, girl, guy, halt, heads, hurry, imaginary, just, left, legs, life, machine, make, man, memoir, milestones, mission, mobile, mom, mute, navigate, notice, One, ones, onward, other, past signals, pavement, pedestrian, peg-marked, people, phone, poem, poetry, precise, right, sea, second, shoulders, slow, social commentary, squeeze, steps, strangers, talk, time, to, tourist, train, turn, two, urgent, walk, walking, waste, way, while, without, witness, woman, working on April 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Here, walks people
wasting not a second
navigating urgent missions.
Without halt, in cycles
coming to and from,
fast and slow. We walk
alongside the bobbing sea
of heads and shoulders.
There goes a man
who is in a hurry
to catch his train.
While the woman
will just be in time
to make it with an appointment.
Some guy chases a girl.
And a working mom
squeezing in the crowd while
talking on her mobile phone.
Like them,
this pavement
lay a mute witness
to strangers who make their way
onward to destinations-
to directions
precisely peg-marked
as milestones to life.
Turning left and right,
brushing past signals
and pedestrian crossings
colliding like busy ants.
Our back’s two steps ahead
to the ones whom we have left
behind. Existing as familiar
tourist walking our two legs
in an imaginary life machine.
No one notices the other.
Read Full Post »