Bus Journey
Journey
Riding a bus on any day,
Is evanescent yet so deep,
I enter in the world inside,
Everyday and come out it.
The world we watch today,
Queer it turns the next day,
The bus moves like the earth,
Windows cry, the engine roars.
I feel like surging fast ahead,
Someone moves my world,
I have to sit calm and quiet,
To think where to get down.
My mind flaps as a bird in flight,
I think of temporal and ethereal,
Why this world is so fleeting ?
My mind races like the wheel.
I see a world so intricate,
The universe laughs out it,
Lord of the world drives it,
And senses are too fast.
The bus gets slowed down,
Ticket is like a lease of life,
Paid for it to ride the bus,
Have to get down at a point.
Some guys have left the bus,
At the sight of the destination,
And others wait for their turn,
Everyone is bound to get down.
The bus will continue to move,
And a world'll be there to watch,
Halts will be there to get down,
And the daily riding will go on !
© Harish Mamgain