Saturday, March 6, 2010

A rickshaw ride

Trrr… Trrr..
The yellow rickshaw goes
On an Indian road
That is noisy yet silent
Amidst the honking horns
swaying leaves
and a habitual hurry
every where
Trrr...Trrr…
As it goes
A cool breeze hits
And strands of hair flutter
iPod melodies sing along
Abstract swirls
Splash the unconscious
Rolling numbers on the meter
Distill the consciousness
The red light of the traffic signal
Catches your attention
Trr…trrr…stops
The driver spits
A fury of red splatters
The strong aroma of paan
Fills the air
Men on bikes
peep, bend, stare
To get a glimpse of you
You look away
Shuffle
Notice the half bitten apple
As you feel the glossy silver of your pod
You smile
Take a silent sideway look
At the men
You stare back
“%^#$%%&”
Green
Trrr…trr…
The rickshaw goes again
Along the bumpy roads
Stops.
Rs. 93
Meter was fast
Cheater
“$##%&%”
Whatever!

2 comments:

Aayushi Mehta said...

Hahah....this was so totally awesome...the closing lines made me burst out laghing...and you've described Indian or can I say more specifically Mumbai roads and people perfectly...the trr...trr...omnipresent:D

and I loved the part about the guys on the bikes staring:D

Awesome!!!

Tamarind~ said...

Nice ride.. enjoyed :)