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
trying to hold on to you.
i turn around
remembering you left
long time back.
your memories are
all I have now
bereft of soul.