Friday, August 19, 2011

Rain on a bus window..



Half formed thoughts of faraway things,

And distant visions melting.

Cars painted with streaks of streetlight;

Trailing red embers aglow,

Holding aloft dripping, frozen wings;

There now and gone again.



Rivulets of drops rushing down,

I bravely face the onslaught from behind the bus windows.

Muddy, slushy wheels painted brown,

Everyone fighting for the shallows!



Unnoticed and unappreciated,

The raindrops on their annual housekeeping spree,

Rush on by, undeterred.

They leave in haze of smoke.

Trees, faraway, so green as if newly painted,

And so many things mutely reacting to the rain,

Like the engines around me steaming!


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