The walk

Walking past lanes per lanes
Trespassing the sun drenched
People and trees
I sit on a footpath
Behind the cars packed
Then in a lonely
Isolated park
Followed by the fence
Of another park
To a walk again
Into the third park
Surprisingly
There is no breeze
Not even an ounce of life
The trees are dead
The dogs sitting in a puddle
Trying to sooth
Themselves
Of the heat
And life's riddle.
I walk by
Through lanes per lanes
Phone on flight mode
Songs with beats
Tapping my pain.
I notice the drooped down faces
Lust in few eyes
Despair walking in carcasses.
It's night.
Few are even walking
Post dinner.
Looking at me
With surprise
Or indifference.
I am in denim shorts
With a loose tee
With one off shoulder
My bra strap
Is a play button
For many smirks
Upon those ladies
Frustrated
With heat and mundaneness.
I walk by all this
Observing, noticing
Every detail.
The dead leaves
On those beautiful trees.
The bored people
Playing cards in a park.
The dogs wagging their wet tails
The guards checking me out
With a strange cunning
In their eyes.
I walk by.
Only to finally reach
Home
Sweet home
The door opens
And an air conditioned room
Welcomes me
Chilled water
Orange juice
I sure feel lucky
To have a home
With a family
Amenities
And realise
It's mundaneness
That ensures
This life.
I wish Delhi was better
In it's weather
More green
And clean
More pleasant
With many streams.
And I lie on my bed
Thinking about the walk
Noting down my reflections.