Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-20

Now that the 'shameless series' is over. I would like to share some photos I could click.

 

Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-19

The truckers they are nice,

Most’a them give you pass and let you by,

so let the car dance,

and stay away so you don’t hit anyone,

drifty you are, so are truckers most of them,

they live on the road,

the highway space really, is to them.

Real state changing hands to real estate helps you when,

the truckers lights and colored reflectors start fad’n,

your body is strong but your head isn’t,

you look for an enterprise and soon you find one,

a fat woman, a brave one, of a great country in all directions,

likes to help but is sure of some denomination,

known socialist and drowned in capitalism.

You the road tripper,

you can sink to darkness and rise to light,

a hundred kilometers just remain by,

slow your speed,

look around,

tall trees until were hidden behind,

closed shops shutters,

families loaded in cars and scooters,

buses are overloaded too,

shadow and sun, 

is to all aw them,

they are moving all ways, 

and the road tripper,

as time has become still, 

has been with him, 

and so has the space.

Amen!

Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-18

God, omnipresent, can come in the bus behind,

He loves dhaba, suvidha, and cheap plastic toys,

But then you can leave this mela grind,

To see come a dusty market in no time,

primary school teacher is thankful since you dropped him by,

and after-a-while,

see hyper sized colleges and idols in places nowhere and you say why,

where dust blows,

possibly is edge to a declared sanctuary,

on horizon is hills you can see,

beautiful Aravali green and free,

takes a good time to cross by,

reach the town of Udaipur I don’t know why,

see the fort and its kings insecurity,

appreciating his own art, grandeur and army,

as the concept and days of freedom they whizzy.

Old city around is crowded and everything is familiar,

villagers have become hoteliers,

highest stacks for the highest flame in every corner,

holi is to burn tonight and more is to come tomoro further,

right now it is all about drum beats, fun and law and order.

Well, they don’t realize it has always been so,

My own misery,

can’t find a cheap place tonight,

so, drinks become too many and the night,

city closed, highway in open,

so wake up the homeless for some gas,

and pursue the journey,

and can’t sleep tonight because,

Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.