Back In Delhi


up on the hills in Sirmaur district

stacked up in a bus, curvy rough

sliding down to town Kala Amb

to the dirt bare wrath; industrial crap

through the fields, through the trees

each leaves reel to reel, passing away deceased


further down, back in Delhi

everything has come to stall

the road tall, the cars longer

cycles and motorbikes at same speed

move adrift as cars inch neck to neck

so have the red lights come to stall; soundless still


back in Delhi, everything has come to stall

frozen moments, bitter tastes and seasoned estrangements