I peel back
And still another layer
Each a mystery
Each a surprise
Some a shock
Some a delight
Each a mystery
Each a surprise
Some a shock
Some a delight
And then
On some glorious sunset evening
I see the world in silhouette
And understand how
We are all the same

Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being
In the early, decrepit morning
On the side of a busy, urban road
And no one cares to notice, but me
But that’s India: mad as a hatter
A million times a day
Absurd until it seems normal
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
So I settled in
To setup the shot
When a little girl
Ran through it
So I fell in love
With her too
A colourful picture
Beautiful
But the focus
Is a little short
The rickshaws
Are sharp
But the people
Are not