Saturday, 8 August 2009

Back to Bhubaneshwar

After a week
Of senseless spending
Of a buzzing city
Of surreal sensations

I'm brought down to earth
When a mother cries
As the wheels turn
And the serpentine glides

Out of her childs living place
A monkey-man hops across
Abandoned tracks
Just as her heart aches

When will she unite again
Bangalore to Bhubaneshwar the voice snarls
Of orange peels
And crushed juice packs

I'm early
Thanks to panic
I'm late
Thanks to fate

1 comment:

pixeleen said...

I love this one more...especially the way you switch time like train tracks