I've Just Seen a Face

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

― John Green, Paper Towns 

One fine day, an ordinary day it was
expecting nothing more than usual chores
my room bathed with mild sunshine 
sight that I routinely adored
chirping birds and the cool breeze
swinging all around at ease

Daytime is pleasant 
not as much as  mornings are 
I rode out for college
when my watch crossed 12th hour 
I got stuck in a jam , a heavy one
on top of my head a scorching sun 

More misery on the way to tell
honking cars and sweaty smell
it was more like a road to hell
all over the place, people, people
always people making  sorry face
self-inflicting what I call stress

Just ahead of me there was a bike 
in seat of two seated were three
I spotted two eyes peeping right at me 
unsettling it was and I chose  not to pay heed
she looked like some teenage girl  to me
but, by the looks of her she was married 

I turned up my head to look far ahead 
and I saw those eyes scanning me yet again 
ohh she was stuck and I was dazed 
kept staring my bag pack and  bike unfazed
when her eyes met mine, she just shied away
Curious me, am I dressed in some funny way

I checked myself two times 
traffic crawled and frustration so high
struggling men to move ahead in line
I caught her again, yes again
when she was gazing at the tee that I wore
now things were beyond my ignore

I signaled her- is something wrong ?
she again sighed away in response 
I observed her from head to toe
her countenance, man she was with 
donned in a shimmery saree 
her pallid face lacked in glow

I bet she was younger than me 
and I sensed somber in her eyes
she was shouldering something heavy
her discontented face said it all 
somehow, now I knew 
why she was enthralled

For her I was like that fancy painting on a wall
placed at such a height that outgrew her
and she was never so tall.
Guess I was a free bird for her 
though she wasn't hooked or restrained
some handcuffs are never in view, but sensed

I was so close to inquiring about her
she was an enigma to me, that mysterious girl
I came back home and looked up in sky
peeved by her nonplussed look and gaping eyes
for that girl, poor thing,  my heart ached
how she fancied for things she never had 

Sometimes I feel so discontent and distraught 
her suspired face forced in me a second thought.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
― Henry Miller

A Secret Society..

These days when you are out on roads your limbs n lives are at higher risk of getting caught in an accident or something of equal disastrous value. It looks like in 21st century a new driving culture is flourishing in which drivers [most of them] act more like an agent of a secret society whose ultimate aim is just to drive recklessly. I call them Android Drivers, because it is not their brains which operates their driving rather they drive in a frenzy. A result of some kind of psycho-kinesis.  
Read the post to know more about this secret society.

Theoretically, Only humans Drive
but exists a secret society
of Android Drivers. They Deprive
All rules n regulations meant
or forged to survive.
They unknowingly connive 

Master plans of Self-Death.
Miraculously, they manage
somehow to stay alive.

They cross the red lights
enunciating, inviting plights.
Hurling in front of buses n trucks
like a born-divine 

they've excess of luck.
What else can explain
       the magic
we see on highways and roads, 

in midst of arrogant, spineless
insane drivers
We survive DAILY

Many Thanks to gods !!

What irritate them
are trivial traffic rules.
Breaking, Smashing
whatever in the way
for them, is Super Cool.
True spiritual masters they are
they are no fools
coz, they manage to
put fear of God
even in hardcore adherent
atheist schools. 

Immutable rules.
So popular and COOL

They don't drive in single lane
Its their insult, It makes them look lame.
Always straddle on two
Allow nobody to overtake U.
Turn around suddenly
Ain't give a shit about traffic
Feel charged up, electric
eternal and terrific.

Always drive with one hand
Park on busy roads
Literally lie on it
Keeping it on Main stand.
With Rear view inclined inwards
Ear shattering engines
Pretending to be Handsome, Hunk n Studs.

              But
Once u and your engine
are out of luck.
There is no rewind, rear gear
nothing can be undone.

A word to those commuters
utterly lacking
self-preservation instinct
and Risk promoters.
Don't behave like
android drivers.
Nobody will call u a Hero
If u r an accident survivor.
Stop this psycho kinesis
Drive Safe like an alert, sane Driver.
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