Debris
Lying in the middle of the highway
Watching’em go past
Gathering dust and mingling
With the scraps
On the shoulder
Lay tormented unpleasant memories
Leaked out and perhaps deliberately
Dropped behind by those
Monsters driven with fury
In a vain attempt to look like Kings
With no baggage to lug
Or courtesy to extend
Except when making fuel stops every
Thirty miles
For that’s how far
Their might might run
Just my luck I was dropped
Right besides the exit
To the good fortunes
Left smoldering on the concrete
As I lay aimlessly by the sewers
Of toxic competitive waste
Breathing fumes that once
Propelled me
Now engulfing me
In a pitiful embrace
As if to make me feel welcome
“For sure”, it says,
“you are not the first,
nor would you be
the last.”
I am the debris sucked out
Off the back of a
High-speed beast hurtling down
Traveling in the right lane
Or the wrong one
FWIW
Thrown out
Rright in the middle
So I am now a hazard
To be hurled curses at
By every itinerant
Swerving past
And mad at my inanimateness
Never imagined I would
One day witness from
The sidelines of life
How insane it looks to be
In a race without a finish line
In a journey with no
Perceivable meaningful end
But now that I am a hazard
To be avoided at any cost
It makes far more sense
To reflect and retrospect
I had to
Either end up in a junk yard
Or left behind
As a matter of neglect
Republished from my personal blog www.rishikdhar.com/blog. Original published on Oct 14th 2018.
