Today when you walk through familiarity
Just for a moment give up on the haste
Inhale the smell of ordinary
Sweat soaked cottons
Blending with that of Deodorants
Inhale.
The distinct smell of mediocrity
Tickling the agitated nostrils
Breathing tainted air
Intoxicating the body, the mind and the strained little heart
Anxious breathes hoping for redemption
From the clutches of the cruel in-ambition
The scent of fresh Marine
Sandy salty sardonic
Laced with the pungent essence of the wind
that carries the burdens of Alas! And Oh!
Breaking for moments our own strong veneer
And those of fresh greens
As the handful that remain
Grow by the sides of concretes
Form one quality breath to last the night
Greens of the lady by the footpath sells
And other hawkers in a rat race
Ideas of tasteful and plush veggies being sold
Under the shade of the giant banyan tree
While strong smoke clouds free themselves to the air
From the rustic metals of all that ply on the road
The stale stink of dead swells
And fore gone rivers clogged with plastics
Of wasted waters and stored needs
Accumulated Liabilities
Depleting assets
Along with the lasts of desires to live
And clamped houses to streets
With only four walls and one tin roof
That host stories of struggles
Cramped smell of absoluteness of
All nothing's together forming a peculiar certain something
The Smell of moisture and humidity
And ironed silhouettes over
Heaps of unwanted attention
discarded dreams pilled with the
Numerous inflicted atrocities
And the cry of the mother nature
I the form of heavy unpredictable rains
The aroma of blended spices
Ginger Elaichi and Mint
Served in hot tea
And boiled potatoes mashed in spices
Fried to create the tasteful delights
At small tapirs on the corners of gullys
Paired with the wet soil and drenched khadis
And so much more
In that breath you'll find that The disturbing peculiarity of this city is oddly comforting
-y.v