Bhilai’s Bandaged Heart:
I saw her first on a rainy day,
While waiting for a passing train,
In what used to be then the Nehru-Nagar intersection.
A strand of light had fallen on her purple scooty,
Precisely little subdued.
But she seemed a little arrogant,
Exactly like a side-walker,
Standing with an umbrella,
Facing the Mall Surya.
I was warm like the streets of sector 10,
Quiet like the roads of Forest Avenue,
Remote like the daylight Sector 9,
Not that I did not want her company,
While queuing for Maitri Bagh,
Or standing adjacent Satyam Bakery,
Or for long-drives through the Durg By-pass,
To where we’d have been,
Somewhere near the Shivnath cafeteria.
Sigh! I could only figure out she was
Cluttered,
Like the Indira Market store-stops.
Much-like Durg, she too aspired for the moon and the stars,
For someone who could get her the Globe Chowk bars.
So I knew our ways would part
I did not promise her
Our togetherness in CC,
Viewing sunset from the Jayanti,
Or an evening at her PG
I just prayed for our convergence,
Somewhere at the Y shaped Bridge,
In front of an IT building,
On top of our beloved city.
