NISHUTI RAATER JAATRI

A grey stillnight chill

The house lights flicker.

I yearn for silence

As the last train chugs away

A distant muffled bark

Chiming old clock

Getting ready for sleep

Oh no

This langoor has no languor

On to the graveyard shift.

MOTOR-PATHER PANCHALI

Thoughts on the motorway

The journey commences in Uxbridge

As the shadows lengthen all around

Life on the M40 ebbs and flows

And the muddled thoughts abound

 

The trucks plod along in the left lane

The journey’s yet to be done

As the Porsche whizzes in the fast lane

I catch my breath on the run

And now Junction 3 to High Wycombe

As the evening languor spreads

Another day ushers in promise and hope

Another day settles in the haze