The lanes of Delhi

 I was waiting,
These days my heart does not beat that fast.
I looked around,
Things were dull.


Nothing seemed wrong,
I was waiting.
Surprised, I was with myself,
How things are!


He came after a while.
Led me.
Narrow lanes, old houses,
Puddles, clothes hanging,
Music coming out from somewhere.


The lanes narrowed further
To gaps and cracks.
He walked on,
I followed.


It was stinking of leftovers
from the morning market.
Smelling of raw meat,
Was I hungry?


We went up,
Leaving all the confusion downstairs.
Loud, busy, people, cattle, rain, everything.
I climbed above all that, with life.