Shattered thoughts, flickering roadside shadows,
Sitting in a bus, looking outside of the window,
Blurring faces, blurring thoughts,
An oldman’s face, full of thought-shot,
Struggling for some words, chit-chatting neighbors,
I, arched some words, heavy like anchor of harbor,
A rusty bottle, half of water,
Some drops flickered, out of the walking potter,
Some empty roads, empty passing bay,
Few bus stops passed, sunshining hay,
Some thoughts flickered, some faded in mind,
Few engraved on paper, feeling so kind,
An old tune, driver pressed horn,
Mixing the tune, like old DJ Tom,
An old stop crossed, looking outside for my halt,
Winding some words, feeling jolt,
It was a simple morning and so the simple ride,
But, what made me excited came out as a beautiful ride,
Ten-rupee ticket, million of memories,
Fading but cherish memories,
Feeling little sweaty, little hot,
Finally landed on a beautiful spot,
Winding up words, some beautiful thoughts,
Fading roadside shadows, shattering thoughts…
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