Edge of the city



(Near Delhi, 2010)

Chasing the sun

On a hot, windy afternoon,

Amidst the rising and falling hills

At the edge of the city.

The rising buildings-

Embryos of a new megapolis,

The rocks that were cut out

To breathe new life into the millennia.

The silent forest,

That greeted men from times unknown.

Black smoke from chimneys;

The sun sets behind the Aravallis

In a haze of crimson red.

A lone temple holding its own on the hilltop,

The flag of religion blows in the wind.

Leaving the city behind,

The metalled road cuts through the hills-

Towards an unknown new destination.

It’s evening now;

The procession of two-eyed metal monsters

Cuts across the hills,

Lighting up the road.

Silhouttes of trees against the darkening sky,

The plains fade away in the distance;

A solitary star keeps vigil from above.

I move on

Somewhere, someplace else.

Comments

  1. This poem says so much without saying anything. Its teasing the reader of the thoughts to come, but they never do....and then ..it seems so apt that they were unwritten and unsaid.

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  2. Thank you. I actually composed this while driving from Faridabad to Gurgaon through the hills.

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  3. Embryos of a new megapolis,- loved this line

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