Survival

A snap-shot of life ...



                                                           Survival

                                                     Survival of the fitters


                              Five-thirty in evening.
                              The narrow alley abruptly becomes jam-packed as 
                              a throng come out of metro-station with arrival of new train.

                              I am standing on other end of alley sipping tea from an earthen pot --
                              my eyes lazily rest on the colourful bunch worn-out after tedious day
                              (only young women seem to demand attention though !); ears are
                              being constantly pricked by shrill noise of traffic from the main-road,
                              nose is chocked with irritating sulphuric smell of garbage heaped
                              few meters away beside the bust of a famous poet from forgotten era.

                              I put my hand into pocket for change; it hits packet of ganja bought
                              from a known vendor hidden among crowd -- my method of survival !

                              We all exist in our own right, aspire to touch dream-peak of life
                              our roads cross -- some get lucky seats in the bus honking on road
                              while others stand for an indefinite amount of time till a fellow
                              passenger reaches home, to win pleasure of rest for aching legs.

                              Wheels of the bus turn slowly, so does our earth --
                              only a few manage to get a place somehow or other
                              left-outs stand on the bus-stand waiting for next bus
                              and moan, there is no God above with scales of justice !