Traffic jam
Listen to the Raindrops Falling on the car roof Long winding roads Against the lush green hills Blissful road Slivers of Rain Shine against The lights atop Farmhouses boundaries Sitting in the still car Green foliage embracing Walls Music playing On my ipod The game of Patience Plays out Punjabi pop Blaring From a taxi Call centre employees Playing cards Under dull grey skies Still raining Unrelenting wipers Flooded roads Tempers cooled By ceaseless rain Life plays out In a traffic jam Amitabh Singing neela aasman On the radio The sky has Gone to sleep Inching thru Excitement Someone starts fighting Happy motorists Languid breeze Horns blaring Tempers start flaring Lilting tones of Ae khuda mujhko bata Tu rehta kaha mujhko bata Waft to me I wonder... Me, my, myself culture And then people get out And mingle Six hours on the road Life's playing out In a traffic jam