People not traffic

The hustle and bustle of the city catches my eye

I ty to walk but the traffic is maddening

The footpaths are torn, roads are unclear

Everything is oblique and opaque

I sigh and continue to walk

This city, I think to myself, so poor, crowded and desperate

but yet so energetic and deceiving

But I reach my destination and forget the road

Stay in my destination for a while and when I return home, the madness starts again

It is a walker’s hell but a driver’s heaven

Let more cities be built for the people and not for traffic

This is the plight of the developing world.

I will miss you.

I used to see you everyday.

Every single day – You and me.

You used to teach me right from wrong

Tell me how to play by the rules

But now you’re gone.

Harboring a new horizon.

I will miss you my love.

I will miss you like hell.

You never knew how much you meant to me

How much I valued you

I thank you for all the wisdom and help

I hope one day our paths cross again

I will miss you like hell.

Bird Watching

birds

Every morning these pack of birds, and I’m sure it’s the same pack of birds, fly over my house. It can be a soothing experience to watch them fly.  They are mostly pigeons but at times there are huge vultures and eagles flying on their own.

They use/harbor the buildings and trees as their nesting grounds. As you can observe there are many birds sitting on top of the apartment packed together.

I always wondered why birds fly together in flocks? Research suggests its because of safety and protection. They flock together to prevent harm and for support.

If only humans were that collaborative.