On the road

Snatches of
conversations
walked past me
in the crowd.

Seems like
half of
my life
has been
spent in
rickshaws…
The other half
has been
squandered in
taxis;)

I thought
how to
make it
perfect
and
spoilt it.

Ganpati bappa
looked on
helplessly
at the
road rage.

The pot-bellied
God’s silent
prayer to
stop the honking
went unanswered.

Even God
was left behind
when the signal
turned green.

The magic word:
"Sale" dangerously
lured the shopaholic.

My massaged hair
misbehaved
in the wind.

Nerd sneaked
a peek
at the
off-shoulder.

Where are
those legs
going today,
wondered
rickshaw driver.