I could see it coming.
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.
The day was windy.
The drizzle a silver shimmer.
In the middle of a busy afternoon in Calcutta
I was crossing a road.
I could see it coming, the blue-yellow bus.
(Follow Traffic Rules,it said)
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.
It was near.Very, very near.
A matter of moments.
And the Wall would be scaled.
A streak of lightning across the grey.
And I saw
That it didn't matter really.
Two choices too eerily congruent.
A few quick steps.
A swearing bus driver.
(boka choda naki shala?, he said)
Casually concerned Calcuttans.
The drizzle grew into a shower.
Got wet today.
i like the conclusion, somehow. couldn't have been better.
ReplyDeletehmm...........indeed optometry classes are not a complete waste of time eh???
ReplyDeleteoh. shit.
ReplyDeleteboddo beshi bhalo likhis. kano bol toh?
@ Shrey_a_she: Right.It was written on the very day it was posted.
ReplyDelete@ dry, sweet and very very stormy: Thanks =)
@ Guitargeorge: Opto-ELECTRONICS dude! I thought I was the only one who wasn't listening. :D
@ Kaichu: This post is just an incident.It is NOT emulated.But thanks anyway.
Very, very clever choice of words.As if I wouldn't know.As if.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines. The last one more, actually.
ReplyDeleteLike the impact.
Nice.
:)
Cross the road carefully baba.
ReplyDeleteSomehow, though I don't care much for the poem, I like the feeling it leaves me with.
suicidal
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