“the people blur and part”
and i await for the words to come
a frantic search
through many no longer sticky notes
bent and creased and come apart
with scribbles, waves and loops
half brackets, slashes and arrows
and lines wobbily crossed out
all tossed aside for that one
where all that has stuck
to memory
are “the people blur and part”
a thunderous sound
the platform trembles
a whoosh of stale and mechanical air
an impatient rush, quick shuffles and speakered din
all scattered now
and stuck between the tracks
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I can truly feel this…it’s wonderful how people can connect in varied ways in this world….amazing….:)
=) Pawan, I’m glad you can, it is wonderful indeed =)
clackity clack clackity clack….the rhythm of my commuting life…
=) too true
I really enjoy your style, it’s refreshing and has beauty I would compare to that of a colt, somewhat awkward and gangly till it hit’s its stride and becomes a symphony of grace and elegance. Keep it up 🙂
Thank you moses11 for your thoughtful comment =)