Have you ever tried, to breathe the world ?
To feel the life under the warm asphalt.
To make sure that your senses,
Arent selling you short.
Have you found, in small hidden places,
In the creases and crevasses
Of shy hidden faces,
The thoughts that will carry you,
Into a different world !
Have you, in your bleary travel,
Spared a second glance to unravel.
The mysteries written in betel stains.
By the millions who have shed their skin.
Have you read the tales of sorrow and joy,
Spanning the length of the roads, Ahoy !
He will scream, sardonically as you gaze.
Eyes glazed and biri ablaze.
Taking the place of both narrator and guide.
Have you payed attention to his stories ?
They aren't told like usual glories.
They are heard indistinctly over,
The scattering dangling conversations.
Have you pieced together the poetry,
From fragments of cellphone gallantry.
From half remembered quotes,
Indistinct yet beautiful motes,
Like,
The dust that rises from the threadbare seat.
Will tell the truth of the thoughts you feed,
The strangers next to you, will tell an epic tale,
While the puttering Autorickshaw will trace it's usual trail.
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Thanks for reading !
This is a small anecdote that I happen to gain after hearing a similar one from a friend and deciding to find out whether or not it was possible.
Cosine, I hope you're proud of me ;)
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