Sunday, March 8, 2015

570 dear

Headlights like ears, and a digital forehead-
A vehicle-kind that descended from the sets of Shankar's Urvasi Urvasi
With its wheels plying on the roads of generation 2K
As much as the song take-it-easy-policy makes you unwind,
Defeating the theory of Charles, elusive it never is.

Rahman and Ilayaraja played alike- drivers with an ear for music.
With the constant rhythm of the conductor's phrase- "ullava ullava!"(come in come in)
He is forever proud, flaunting its miraged sprawling spaciousness,
As though he owns the bus,
Taking account of every inch which was devoid of feet.

Myriad smells of toiletries from the bathrooms of software professionals
Threaten to remain fresh 
Circulating within the vents.
With music plugged in, books being read, Whatsapp screens nudged;
Virtual and real talks exchanged,
Laced with warm, familiar smiles amongst passengers.
A feeling of togetherness with the driver and his believers.
No rows assigned for "pengal" (women).
NO Gender Divide. Absolutely NONE.
Greets you with a hiss, when its doors open and close.





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