Evening Walk…..

Putting on my tracks, wearing my shoes,

I plug in my ear phones to break the routine of daily chores.

Making way from the unknown crowd,

I cross the gate and feel sense of relief.

The treasured path...

Walking down the road listening to loud music,

I slow down the volume at the entrance of the village.

Birds chirping all over the sky,

Sun bids good bye with a promise to return by.

Fences of trees surrounding houses,

I admire their evening lifestyle.

Tired after day’s real hard work, a man return to his home,

Outside the house on a small stove is a lady cooking coughing due to smoke.

My memory lane runs down the past,

I remember how the food cooked on “chullah”(stove is a modern version) tastes.

I smile at the real unknown people yet get true smile back,

I feel the serene feeling in my heart as I turn back.

Putting again the loud music on the phone,

I sway back to my place of unknowns. 

Baadal zameen par!!!