Monday Market (Som Bazaar)

Petrichor! Vendors

sprinkle water, dust settles –

Som Bazaar at dusk


Late by 12 hours

[Presently on a train to Sealdah from New Delhi]

Like countless compartments

of a train

Time drags on,

as if bogged down

by the cumulative two-minute

desires of the souls it carries.


Time, however, on this train

I am travelling in

is governed by completely different

principles. One of those principles,

had been licking

the glass-sealed windows unabashedly,

since I opened my eyes this morning;

its menace in swathes of white

gobbling the black dots of hope.