Walk

Sometimes

I  prefer to walk

And just smell the same air

See a crisp picture

Without pasty bus window glass

To separate the real

From me

This paranoid paki boy

Might have to turn around
Then and now

As silhouettes lurk

In and out of turn

Mostly just mine

But its better

When I walk

Breathing the air

Times of foul and fair

Reality clear
Perfect soundtrack in my ear

When the rhythm fits the scene

When I walk

And the chaos is serene

City lights

Dark, black railings

Old street lamp ridden

Mist hidden

Intermittent, paces

Now the sounds of faces

Laughing

Clicking of the heel

Of loafer

Purpose walker
Smooth talker


Neon fade
And reappear
Upon the wired canvas
City campus
Bustle hustle
Teach preach
Make your muscle
Touches of a thousand people
Rainbow skin
Tall and feeble

As a sun beam meets
The glass door
See yourself
Catch a glimpse
Did you forget that you exist
When you persist
To keep pacing
On the pavement
Catching strangers
As the day went
Time favours
Those who take it

Take a walk.
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