SAKET 4:10 pm 22/03/2012
On those random traveling days
Struck in between myriad destinations
When the room is damp
The bed is hard
The fan rocks my sleep apart
On a hot summer Indian day
Wondering if I should go out
Explore
What’s going on out there?
Delhi, the heart of India
I look out at it the window
Look at what I have to wear
Unpack pack unpack
Decide otherwise, walk, walk and walk,
The room is small for a thought to complete
Think through thoughts thought of
Find the longest stretch in the room?
Ends in the bathroom
A metal bucket a small sink
Smells damp and moist
A hot summer Indian day
Goa was good
Water is healing,
The beach
The food, the fish
How soon holiday’s finish
Back to work and my desk
The tap drips tip tup tudup
May be there’s water at last
To sit and compose
My writings of magical India
The power goes
War
A big generator blowing at my window
Rescue
No manager
Shout, shout
Small boy
Manager sleeping
Smile at boy
Go back to room
A hot summer Indian day
The door knocks; knock knock!
The ride is here
The night much bearable
Hungry but cant trust my stomach here
Water! Drink a lot of water
Time for the flight
A long drive he says
Start four hours in advance
Delhi is asleep
Lights flickering on boards
People sleeping on streets
Dogs chasing cars
Silence
The streets so full of life before
Asleep are all asleep
Like a giant resting
I have to get out before it wakes up
Roll down the window
Small air cool air
Home and mom
At the airport
Eat eat eat
Good coffee
A good read for the ride
Good-bye India, you r colorful but strange,
I’ll take your stories and you
Keep the change
eMONK
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