Traffic

The experience of slow or non-moving traffic has become a part of my daily sojourns...I have tried to capture it in poetic forms as much as possible..

Universal yet uniquely defined to our idiosyncrasies..

Exists, felt, breathes, moves and speaks in my country.

In times of white star apple, mangos and watermelon

This enigma exists and a lot of times, it's existence is like a big bang..

 

A creature by men punishes men and leaves them jaded.

Ministers to men of every epoch on whose path it crosses.

Reducing man to equals regardless of their destination.

So natural that its absence is abnormal and worrisome.

A gathering so incongruent to events, yet compatible with our expectations.

 

Arranged clusters like economic summits for,

Piracy, Faux, unpaid athletics, gang-like begging and child labour.Like an untrained choir with conductors who pray for failure;

With established patterns of enticements, premeditated offences, deceits and rehearsed pitches,

Guilt-trip sales, stealing, feigned illnesses, unsolicited sprints all for pecuniary gains

 

At its peak, avenues for political debates and government white-washing.

Relationship discourse, unofficial work reports amidst,

Eating, chewing, sleeping and day-dreaming;

Whilst the stereo casts its net on many for to them, this is prime time.

Occasionally throttling like a cloudburst of rain,
It surely always returns to its sender, the great unknown.
Man finally moves briskly to various destinations
To bed, to prepare for the existence or not of the road Monster(Traffic).

Author's Note

Let me know if you have experienced same or if its a culture shock for you...