A CTU bus ride

A rather bright day it seems

Right at noon,

When one endlessly waits

For the ill timed state transport bus,

To be arriving anytime soon!

As Hot becomes hotter,

Stray people stray around you,

Some cant keep their eyes to themselves,

While some even bother to smile as if

suggesting some cue!

Far from a distance, a green ,slow shadow

Seems to arrive,

As the crowd runs to stop it,

It reluctantly would oblige.

Though not at ur footstep,

But a lil far off,

Everyone needs some exercise, you see,

Lest it has to carry the load!

A swarm will rush in, some still hanging at the door,

Those who mistook the destination,

(God be with them)

Are screamed at for sure!

They are grumblingly thrown off

While lingeringly nagged, as if its a cure!

Some dutifully que

to pay for their ride,

While others run around

For themselves to hide,

Some assert their rights to seats

And still others who, for a long time,

shall stand to greet.

Once settled for the journey,

The surroundings take notice,

A fat lady would invariably be behind you

To push you at every stoppage.

The olfactory senses get rather stressed

With different smells of sweat,

Some mixed with powder or perfume,

While some, just last nights wet!

If a rather unlucky day it would be,

A fusion one might perceive,

Of hospital, medicines, disease

And  the aroma Indian sweat release!

The monsoon gets the better of us

With muck and dirt inside,

The insistence of the neighbours

To keep the windows tied.

Lest they get all wet, and lashed by the rain.

Oh somebody should tell them

That to suffocate is not sane!

The winters bring on a different hue

Cold, numb, one may rather be sued!

A  creek would somewhere be there

To let the wind strike-

An uncalled for dare!

Though i may crib and cry about the

State transport bus

But am its devout user;

With all the possible fuss!

Id rather be close to reality

Of the people i intend to serve.

Id rather experience their experiences,

Know their hardships a lil more.

Understand when they are late

And not judge them cz of their fate.

Id rather be one of them,

Than be far removed.

Enjoy my airconditioned car rides ,

But be rooted to the roots!