little pieces of the universe

You, the man who was a …

… time-wanderer, time-traveller, tell me through the blur of your existence, where are we coming from and what are we drifting towards?

Taking out the speed of life’s time-machine you withstand the noise around you, the honking and the pushing of these bustling streets of Bangalore. There is always time for a delicious puff on your cigarette and a rest.

Time traveller you took me on your journey for just that one precious second, and I do and I don’t know who you are.

The man who slowed down the traffic, to slow himself down. You tell me to slow down too.


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