Wading through
The passive tide,
I brushed past
Humanity in a rush
Getting somewhere, steaming with ambition,
Needing to be where they needed to be
I felt the the rush.
I was in a moment,
I stopped by to take it in.
A halo, a friendly demeanor
I said hello.
On the other side, a soul
Engrossed
Oblivious.
He managed a nod.
I carried it forward.
Small talk ..
large canvas.
Serenity in blue
Spread across
I knew it as it seeped in
" pune se flight pakdi..
Pahunchna hai ranchi
Mere pitaji guzar gaye."
Straight gaze. Calm. Deep.
With a welling eye, a hand in a clenched fist,
I made contact on a drooped but sturdy shoulder.
Humanity weaves and heaves
You will see it, smell it, sense it
On any given Sunday morning
If only you can stop and say hello.
Wrote this to capture a moment I had when transiting through Mumbai airport on my annual India trip.
Translation:
" pune se flight pakdi.. (I caught a flight from Pune)
Pahunchna hai ranchi ( am on my way to Ranchi)
Mere pitaji guzar gaye." (My dad just passed away)
