Thoughts in a Mumbai local train......

Oh, still the noise

the rush and the bustle.

Leave me alone,

blank yourselves out.

Push those earphones in a little more.

Listen to what they say,

isolating whats outside, whats real.

And when the surroundings shut out

its only shapes moving.

Lips shaping and faces contorting

Silent emotions spewing, in vain.

Shielding themselves

in their own little microcosms

Face reflecting a collage

part fear, part anger

part apathy and part hope

And all i can do

is look at all this and smile

mutterand babble something to myself

and enter the shell of my own little world.