Bhakti Kalidhar

The doors open and I enter.

Restarting my daily routine, yet again amidst this busy busy city,

I plug in my earphones and get lost in the rhapsody of Queen,

And then I begin. I begin to observe.

Some increase their pace,

Fast enough to grab the last few vacant tangerine seats,

And some are clenching the poles,

With an insipid look on their face.

I see a boy reading the words of Coelho,

And a girl just staring out of the window.

I see a couple embracing, while another fights,

I see an overworked mother tending to her child.

I look at my reflection and a girl silently wept,

As the doors opened and closed on the left.

I see the walls of the metro and I am transformed,

To all memories made, and the people who are not in my life anymore

I have travelled these routes in good times and bad,

And these walls have seen me change with every passing day.

In the metro, I realise that Delhi is woven with stories,

Stories of each person that inhabits it.