On the roads

Any normal day in Delhi

On the roads

i traverse the same path
over and over again
sometimes silent,
at others screaming.

crowds that are same
and yet not quite.
most in a hurry,
few pausing;

business as usual.
time running out
but a few don’t care.
i pause, savour, inhale;

the redolent air,
filled with essence of you.
i whirl back
with sudden awareness

of you gone from my life.
your memories are
all I have left for now,
bereft of any soul.