The Car Path from Saket to the ER.

i. Saket.

Proceed. For another cheese puff
I’ll proceed now.
And taste unwelcome posh bungalows.

I feed on the Sun
piercing through screens,
and start to disagree
with a change in simplicity.

ii. Malviya.

Shrug. I’ll let out another shrug soon.
Days pass by coolly, like strangers.

And as I pass by these lanes,
there’s a face, odd and familiar.

iii. East Kidwai.

Twitch. Here, I’ll twitch
my lips again.
It is tough to identify
shock from distaste.

These tin walls will touch
just the surface of attention.
And tall still, trade centers would stand.

iv. Satya.

Grin. My eyes will grin
at the sight of you.
Slowly descending the steps
of this grey streetcar behemoth.

The murals on the edges 
don’t scream ‘nature’; 
they wish to.

But I will still stand
in awe of your form.

v. AIIMS.

Sigh. Fine, this lone sigh
belongs to you.
You, witnessing this chassis 
rise over irregularities of time.

Gaze spread as far as the gravel
and boiling white lines.

And you (with an upside down smile)
wish you hadn’t seen any of this.

vi. Delhi.

Defeat. You’ll feel
a certain defeat.

I find it harder to notice You as such.
Perhaps I’d never noticed that I never did.