Living my walk

A group of teenagers 

Bubbling with energy

Talking out loud

Right amount of loud 

Not shouting , like two guys fighting 

But the excitement of the youth 

And two guys 

Sitting close by

Middle aged, worn by years 

Discussing risk appetite 

For new projects

Very slowly, almost in a tired voice

And there were flowers

Which has blossomed in the springs

And there was this distinct smell

The tree was laden 

With these colourful flowers

And some leaves were falling 

A young couple was going by

Holding hands and walking

The guy trying to impress the girl 

With his worldly knowledge 

The girl visibly bored 

Yet, holding his hand

As if hanging on to him

A guy who just 

Delivered food

In a carefree mood

The day is ending

I have earned enough to eat and drink and dance

This was the vibe

A life lived daily

And another guy

Doing the same thing

Yet sincere and stiff

As if he was the Sisyphus 

Carrying the stone 

Me walking by

Watching everyone

The dogs

The cats

The trees 

The thoughts

The humans 

The moon 

And the flowers

Imagining about person

Who start wars

And a dumb question crossing my mind

Why doesn’t he come and walk with me instead of starting 

A war

May be he knows better

May be fight is what is needed

May be that is what has been done since time immemorial 

May be that is why we work

So leaders can collect taxes 

And start wars

I don’t know much

And flowers are looking beautiful 

And I have to go 

To sleep