The black and yellow lifeline
Traverses, travels, triumphs over
Claustrophobic by-lanes and
Temporary disdains;
As the sweat and grime, oozing with mundane
Expectations and harsh realities coat the conscience,
The lusty winds by the sea face offer hermitage to a
Troubled mind. There is
Hope.
Between the tensions and pretensions and the
6.45 Churchgate and 8.10 Virar local, the
Futility of struggle, and the struggle for
Change
Is sought.
And as the day draws to a close, the ounces of
Life
Loose themselves in intermittent sips of cutting chai
And oily swabs of Vada Pavs.
Do you then realize, life bites
You.
Do you cower, walk, run away,
Or
Do you hope that one day,
Life treats you
Fairly.
You do neither.
You bite back.
