At Nehru Place

empty my friend I am
taking the bus from Sarai Julena
with you gone, amiss is the calm
like however I tried, but be
late I used to be, bus after bus
with you in between but what rush

pocketmaar
sailing on the door ajar
push pushing way up through to the door
with ticket master out glinting teeth away
ticket loose, how dare he call thee name!