Wednesday, May 07, 2008

bussed in bangalore.

like everyday we went on a bus.

some stink
some air-conditioned.

people class.
people caste.

people caste what?

shadowed by their own lives, heavy.
they dont seem to be travelling.

they are passing time.
they are living their eternity,
waiting for its finish line.

when they smile, its stale.
and they dont weep.

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