The narrow door of the local almost sucked me in
‘Indomitable is the spirit of Man’, I muttered...
Once in, I saved myself from the fury of the scorching sun
I had a gift of disappearing –real or imaginary
So, I hid myself in a corener and ceased instantly
It was so simple to exist and yet appear not to exist
In a crowd, that was reproachful rather than welcoming
I looked on with many improbable ideas in my mind...
The crowd growing in size was soon heedlessly everywhere
I remained clutching window bars; concentrating on reading was impossible
Calls of the hawkers hummed along with the tunes of my ipod
There was not an inch to stand in the compartment,
But, it was amusing how the raucous vendors were triumphantly perched
On top of their large baskets of fish or vegetable with so much ease
Their sense of space was more quick-witted, I observed
Eminently, more virtuous than mine stuffed with prejudices
They knew, it was no use fighting for a little space
Co-existence is real…lay hushed.
First time, I felt so incomplete.
The crowd was babbling, brimming with an outwardly energy
The train lurched on, but my alter ego wouldn't surrender
An uncanny fear gripped me now
I took off my gold bangle from my hand, shoved it in the handbag
Created a 'net of precaution' around me
And this time, my beleaguered spirit barked at me (it rarely did)
‘The ornament was only an object, .....wasn’t it, just a thing? ‘
Licking the salted flakes of sweat from my upper lips, I crouched in shame
Ah, what a misfit I was amongst the colorful folks with simple lives
Adorned with so much pretence...
I became naked in seconds...
Humdrums never been the beat for me....
But, do I always have to be same?
My carefree mind laughed at my sadness
Squeezed between the contorted bodies on one side
And, grimy bars of the window on the other
I paid a price for my antics
Human beings thrive with life and madness!
For lesser mortals racism, consumerism, corruption have no meaning
Inequality and oppression in rawest form is rooted in their dreary drudgery
A ditty pulled me up to the surface...
For the first time, I felt cleansed and sanctified
Came across a beautiful alternative world…
So different…without sleep, luxury and senses
Where man actually survives without Technology’s lure.
He knows that the joy of sharing is actually priceless.
Away from my air-conditioned coaches and cars
His life moves on in an eternal sojourn
Everyday he stumbles, falls, gets up and runs
Frozen mind is eternally bliss.....
Indian local train service is the fastest way of getting from one side of the city to the other.Getting on and off the train is a specialised skill. There’s no room for niceties. People elbow, push, and shove their way through.Every time I get on the train, ( which is rare---I’m so thankful that it’s not a regular part of my life.
This is a prose in poetry. A work that has poetic characteristics such as vivid imagery with concentrated expressions. Prose poetry deliberately breaks some of the normal rules of prose to create heightened imagery or emotional effect. Just trying my hands ..:)