Friday, November 26, 2010


At the railway station I pass him by-
dishevelled hair, ragged clothes,
but a lovely smile.

Amidst the chaos, he finds amuse-
of this helter skelter pace,
and aimless commute.

Where, I survive the times of trends,
and a dual with the clock-
he lives in moments.

1 comment:

Kay said...

how i wish i learnt that skill!