I was walking down a neverending street
Could feel the wind against my face
I was feeling a little insecure a lil scared
For what if i crashed into something lying on my path..
Nevertheless, the wind was egging me on
My stick giving me confidence
The stick of which i had grown so used to..
The good old stick.. i wondered how it looked, this precious posession of mine
It felt like my love .. it felt so alive in my hands:)
I was still walking when a whiff of perfume passed me by
I let my nostrils flare, to catch the fragrance
For with the fragrance there seemed to be an emotion so strong
That (i realized) i was frowning in thought
.. It was something in the way the fragrance walked past me..
Oh if only i could explain to u what i 'saw'..
Its been a while now, that iv moved around like a dog..
Smelling to find my way
But it doesnt work always, doesnt work for places far way
From places i usually have to travel to, everyday
:)... God bless the dogs..
Quickly, i stopped thinking about the quaint fragrance
And hurried towards the bus stop
The bus driver that cums just after i hear the shutter behind me, go up, knows me well
I feel comfortable in that bus, with that rough voiced, but friendly bus driver
And that high pitched voice of the rather short bus conductor
I did'nt want to miss that bus..
Ah! in comfort on the front seat i was, my stick stretched ahead of me
I felt a few hands on my shoulder now and then
Some carefully trying to avoid inadvertently hitting someone, in that bumpy ride
And some hardly bothering
Suddenly i heard a voice from my right
From where the driver should have been
It sounded .. a lil unfriendly .. and seemed to be looking at me but talking to someone else
Then i heard dragging footsteps stop and shift a lil, in front of me
I was being addressed now, and a chill went down my spine..
"kahaan jaana hai? kisiko saath nahi laye ho?"
Where do u want to go? Isnt anybody with you?
-I had taken the wrong bus
I always depended on myself, and my observations to take the right bus
And i dint expect to fail
I looked up, judging the gait of my intimidator
I got up and hit the side of the window pane with my stick
And my stick told me, this want my bus at all.
It was then that i began to feel excessively scared, insecure
It was then that i opened my eyes
I was blind, for what seemed to be ages.. years!
I had'nt seen how the other half of the world was living
I was in MY bus all this while .. never bothered to step elsewhere
And look out of the window from there....
Today,
I saw a blind man waiting at d bus stop
Saw a lonely old man crossing the road
Saw a rickshawpuller struggle his way past the traffic
.... and saw myself walking blindly on my every day routine
My world, confined to my music
My work
My love
My desires
My ...
I am blind man.. Scared of the world across my boundaries...
Just that, here, i am blind out of choice...
Could feel the wind against my face
I was feeling a little insecure a lil scared
For what if i crashed into something lying on my path..
Nevertheless, the wind was egging me on
My stick giving me confidence
The stick of which i had grown so used to..
The good old stick.. i wondered how it looked, this precious posession of mine
It felt like my love .. it felt so alive in my hands:)
I was still walking when a whiff of perfume passed me by
I let my nostrils flare, to catch the fragrance
For with the fragrance there seemed to be an emotion so strong
That (i realized) i was frowning in thought
.. It was something in the way the fragrance walked past me..
Oh if only i could explain to u what i 'saw'..
Its been a while now, that iv moved around like a dog..
Smelling to find my way
But it doesnt work always, doesnt work for places far way
From places i usually have to travel to, everyday
:)... God bless the dogs..
Quickly, i stopped thinking about the quaint fragrance
And hurried towards the bus stop
The bus driver that cums just after i hear the shutter behind me, go up, knows me well
I feel comfortable in that bus, with that rough voiced, but friendly bus driver
And that high pitched voice of the rather short bus conductor
I did'nt want to miss that bus..
Ah! in comfort on the front seat i was, my stick stretched ahead of me
I felt a few hands on my shoulder now and then
Some carefully trying to avoid inadvertently hitting someone, in that bumpy ride
And some hardly bothering
Suddenly i heard a voice from my right
From where the driver should have been
It sounded .. a lil unfriendly .. and seemed to be looking at me but talking to someone else
Then i heard dragging footsteps stop and shift a lil, in front of me
I was being addressed now, and a chill went down my spine..
"kahaan jaana hai? kisiko saath nahi laye ho?"
Where do u want to go? Isnt anybody with you?
-I had taken the wrong bus
I always depended on myself, and my observations to take the right bus
And i dint expect to fail
I looked up, judging the gait of my intimidator
I got up and hit the side of the window pane with my stick
And my stick told me, this want my bus at all.
It was then that i began to feel excessively scared, insecure
It was then that i opened my eyes
I was blind, for what seemed to be ages.. years!
I had'nt seen how the other half of the world was living
I was in MY bus all this while .. never bothered to step elsewhere
And look out of the window from there....
Today,
I saw a blind man waiting at d bus stop
Saw a lonely old man crossing the road
Saw a rickshawpuller struggle his way past the traffic
.... and saw myself walking blindly on my every day routine
My world, confined to my music
My work
My love
My desires
My ...
I am blind man.. Scared of the world across my boundaries...
Just that, here, i am blind out of choice...
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