A Tale of Two Cities

A busy congested road, and yet vehicles rush by

Lights blinding horns blaring, accidents preventing all try

Of frustrated and tired people, long queues there be

In tempos and trucks and buses and cars, as far the eye can see

In the midst of them all, drives in a car unseen

Windows rolled down, music blaring at volumes obscene

Singing to the beats of the tabla and the dhol

In a punjabi bad-boy ishtyle, listening to Gal mithi mithi bol

An exchange of money, some way ahead takes place

But the cold wind draws in, a chill on the face

So the windows roll up, and volume adjusted so softly down

As a sudden calmness falls, silent lies the town

The track shuffles through, and so plays Walk On

As I move from one city to the next, no longer blares the horn

A track apt, reminding me of all that I leave behind

Soothed are the senses, tranquil now lies the mind

A million different avatars flow, which one is truly mine

Home is where the heart is, that is all there is to pine

And so a daily swing of moods, the toll bridge signifies

Leaving Gurgaon, Welcome Delhi - a tale of two cities to surmise ...

The Butterfly Effect - Part 2

Butterflies in the stomach, butterflies in my mind

they bring back memories I cant seem to find

Of days gone by, and evenings so long

they float on the tunes of an old melancholy song

Patient in a cocoon, they germinate with none to hound

each event awaits, till on its own it wishes to be found

To transpire into an everlasting memory, bidding their time

till hell freezes over and clocks no more chime

Colored spots on wings, each holds a clue

some intense others fringed, a thought for every hue

One tiny flap, for each eon of memory wasted by

a million flaps for me, see how they fly

In a forest of dreams, they roam without concern

while in reality, their hearts within me burn

A ruse for the fickle minded, the butterflies are a ploy

with each memory now, they bring more sorrow than joy

I want them to stop, their beauty entrenched

what fear they arise, i fear with jaws clenched

And so their cocoon I shatter, well before they are born

lest i hurt them all, as victims of my scorn

Butterflies in the stomach, butterflies in my mind

they no more bring memories I do not wish to find

Of days gone by, and evenings so long

they wither away like the tunes of an old melancholy song