Tuesday, August 17, 2010

street rain

saree-rag lady
child on her hip
through the car window
stone-faced man looks away

glistening tar
open drains
a lone wet chappal
in the gutter

a woman curses
as a bike
cuts through the puddle
muck-white salwar

under the bus stop
strangers huddle together
in overlapping

look here,
mud-covered tyre
and there,
newspaper print leaks

street rain,
revealing, concealing
filling up, washing away
the secrets of the city.


Tangled up in blue... said...

Its fascinating to me how you can see the same things 'most everyone else does but how you also see more in them than everyone else can. :)

Anonymous said...

Well I completely agree with Tangled , adding that its only you , who can put your different ways of seeing perfectly into words , and that too in short ! :) Lovely ! :)

Hariharan said...

This is soo amazing ... Such talent at such young age !! Keep it up ...

Suruchi Puri (Author) said...

Good poem..continue writing more such poems..


Pankaj said...

wow. love how it concludes.