Poetry

When Next Time in Delhi

When next time in Delhi

Let us run away –

Somewhere  far off to a place

Where crowds and blaring horns

Does not snuff out our lung power

That your screams at me are dampened by motor cars

And my whispers of plead for a pause on a park bench

On the hot summer day are not echoed by thirsty birds

Searching for a sip of water,  desperately.

When next time in Delhi

Let us run away –

Somewhere far off to a place

Where we can grasp the flavors

Of silently burning tandooris,

Away from the Jazzy music of the Malls

Your choice and mine are different

As different as chalk and cheese

But that is variety.

When next time in Delhi

Let us run away-

Somewhere far off to a place

Where stars still appear on night’s screen

And our desperate eyes do not scan the horizons

And the great expanse of the diffused light

For a twinkle of a Star Journeying across the night

When next time in Delhi

Let us run away-

Somewhere Far off to a place

Where the smell of gasoline and diesel

The stink of blocked water channels

Or the fragrance of delicate perfumes

Evaporating from delicate skins

Does not interfere

With our sense of night jasmine

Waving her magic overhead

Lets us wander aimlessly

Into the silent hours.

When next time in Delhi

Let us run away-

Somewhere far off to  a place

Where our bodies do not have to seek support

Of each other inside a busy Metro Coach

Trying to balance the overpowering crowd

Spilling on us from everywhere

But where a stretch of space can separate Us

Re-establishing a bond between us

Defining the words I,  You  and Us.

                                                             ~Ranjit K. Sahu

                                                               Mumbai, India

One Comment

  1. damburudhar Panigrahi

    Good poem