By the platform walkway lie worlds,
Little and great and graceful.
Hidden by obviousness and
overpriced lies of contentment.
I tripped over somebody’s case,
was thrown from the scripted wanton walk,
deep into the dances unplanned,
decked in scents of Nature and ancient stories.
Where things that make meaning of moments,
often gather and contemplate joy.
Amidst a rare mid afternoon breeze,
I saw this and sought to share.

Glimpses from Chennai.