Disjointed Ramblings down JNC layout

KA 02 C20 95,

an automated three wheeler passes me,

in a people filled,juice street,

general hullabaloo everywhere.

Slushy puddles

after a refreshing shower,a white car;

splashing the sullen brown juice,

on passerby street walkers,

jay walkers and wanderers,

their trouser folds wet,

with the blessings of the rain goddess.

Illuminated sign boards

of desolate corner shops selling

the what not's of our splendid lives,

the helium lights flashing,plunging

through my visionary cortex,

'ting' I feel the business like nature

of our mindful world.

The eloquent honking of the impatient four wheeled machines,

shuns my quiet aside,

two legged creatures float by,

without a care in the world,by night.

The Romans conquered,the Greeks thought,

the world shone,in hazy colours.

The red light districts, the bumbling plazas,

darken all misty hearts.

It's late now,in the lighted front

of the 'Mughalai Khana' shop,

sitting on a tiny white stool,

my thoughts disheveled,

I cry for harmony,

between body and soul.