The Traffic

The speed of life is getting faster by every passing moment. Breathing between the changing traffic lights... But where are we hurrying towards?

 

From the left and right

The wheels vroom away

Honking horns aloud

Tearing my decibel limits

 

When someone overtook me

I saw a look of triumph

In their eyes and wheels

Also on the hot Asphalt

 

The traffic doesn’t have soul

Even doesn’t have a mind

The traffic is selfish always

An ongoing fight with oneself

 

The rhythm of life is felt

Between the Green and Red

Shadows of death spreads

In the light of Amber

 

The down counting traffic LEDs

Steal the human of day dreams

The count reaches Zero

Starts the mad roar of race

 

Wail and Yelp of white

Ambulance with blue lights

Symbol of health or death

Uncertainty of life

 

I pulled aside on the kerb

For the wheels of siren to pass

Seen the distressed faces

For a while in my mind

 

The traffic sometime wears

A mask of humanity for dead

Also for those distressed

Swearing within for delays

 

Reaching the city limits

Merging along the swarm

Dancing on brake and clutch

Fingers on knob of gearstick

 

 

The traffic never slow downs

Neither halts for a second

No heed for adjacent wheels

Patience losses over speed

 

The engine chokes for breath

Wheels screech on hot black

Heat builds up in the cabin

Challenging climate controls

 

Leaving the bounds of lights

Lights of Green Amber and Red

Wheels find happy moments

When touches open country

 

The asphalt meeting horizon

Melting in heat and sweat  

I see the mirages ahead

Fata Morgana types

 

Shifting palettes of art

Refraction cheats the eyes

But it’s a joy for the mind

Weary of fatigue and solitude

 

The traffic is thinning here

Down to the country roads

Green meadows and rivulets

Soothing the eyes and mind

 

No one to overtake me

No one for me to pass

Why were they speeding this mad?

Whom they try winning over?

 

No look of triumph in eyes

No bounds of colored lights

The traffic is more humane now

On this road towards infinity.

Author's Note

It's all about life in my perspective.
Request your open criticism.
thank you for your valuable guidance in advance.

Reviews

[Johanna]

I like this! it was long but really smart and well written, the end gave it an extra spark. "Wail and Yelp of white

Ambulance with blue lights

Symbol of health or death

Uncertainty of life" my favorite part! :)
beutiful lines, thankyou for sharing!

[Pradeep Nair]

Thanks a lot for this review directly from the heart.

[Sabina Sindhu]

nice poem, keep it up !!!!!!

[Pradeep Nair]

thanks a lot..

[Pradeep Nair]

thank you..

[It's Me, The Miracle]

A well written poem that depicts the crowded traffic...The image goes very well with words

[Pradeep Nair]

thank you for your inspiring words..

[It's Me, The Miracle]

You are welcome. In fact, you deserve this appreciation. Even in my distant thoughts, I never had such a thought about traffic

[Amrita Sharma Pokharel]

Amazing work

[Pradeep Nair]

thanks a lot...

[Coyote Poetry]

Each place is different. I live in Michigan. No car mean no life. Some large cities do have too many people. New York city did me in in ten minutes. People on missions and best get out of their way. I like the visions create by your words. One day I will be rich. Find me a small and quiet place to live. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Pradeep Nair]

Thank you sir... may god bless you to reach your goal soon..thanks for the excellent and hearty review.

[AYVID N]

Its not just about traffic. It symbolizes life. You have greatly described the Indian Traffic. My compliments Pradeep!

[Pradeep Nair]

Hi Divya.... Thank you..
Its about the increasing pace of human being, which carries them nowhere. I took Indian Traffic as a metaphor.