Bus Rides

Bus Rides

All the places that we don’t halt at,
doesn’t seem to be a part of our story.

The road that had the dogs
howling at 01:00 AM.

The underpass that served as a bed for many.
The market that had more people than it could take.

Abandoned houses
that no longer lit.

The windows you pass by…
some with curtains,
and some,
with a glimpse of unknown
life inside them.

and the crossway, you know,
you’ll never stand at,
only pass by.

all the places that we don’t halt at
doesn’t seem to be a part of our story

no, not until the tyres screech,
the silent movie through the window
becomes still

and the man who just stood at the road
a few minutes ago
becomes very very real

now his stare
lasts for more than a second,
it stays.

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