Two Scenes On The Road

They had crossed

The age of imagination

Now, in the age of 

Anxiety and apprehension.

Holding the hands very tight

They stood amidst the crowd

Just to cross the busy road

Few more steps down the lane

They still had to cover

To reach their desolate abode.

There was a mental traffic jam

The senses were blocked

By the threat of being hit

Or crushed under the wheels.

The signal turned red

And the wheels got a rest.

The minds became alert,

Pressing the hands even harder

They stepped on the zebra and moved forward

And vanquished the threat of danger!

Stepping out of her large gate

She seemed so casual and sloppy

Captivated by the chords

With the earbuds attached,

Least worried for the approaching peril

She walked on the midway

As if on a ramp!

She was in her twenties

With a broader outlook

Free from all responsibility

In search of a thrill of pleasure.

The bikers, the drivers

And the men around

Just stopped once

And flicked through

And passed sideways!