Stained. Despite it… His smile glows
Another nite. In uncomfortable zen… More Schezwan noodles
Naked beggar. Crawls in traffic… Whose Unmindful?
Soft touch. Of her fingers… Our silence talks
Losing sight… Of things small. Airport madness
Among strangers. Suddenly I find Familiarity
Yawn. In its midst Another idea
Harvest moon. In its glory Her smile
Evening quiet Suddenly overhead… Disco sounds
Lost. In Delhi. My mindfulness
Strangers yet. We are coaxed… “Eat some more”
Chaos… Middle of it all. Hanuman smiles
Slow. The morning opens to more rain
Traffic gridlock. Unmindful in its middle, He walks his umbrella
Muezzin calls. Thereafter we step into more silence
Rain. In it’s silence… My shirt now darker
Rumble… Despite it Morning chants
Slow move. Among new people Elemental
Distant hum… Of thing unknown Perhaps vacuum?
Quiet… As evening rolls in, Computers churn
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