Red Amber Green

Small and big alike the engines hurtled past
Adding to the vibrant color of chaos
Lonely people staring out into the vacant
Some with the fervor of a kindled hope
Some others breeding a dose of despair
Hell’s own bikers vroomed away
Through the zig and zag of lanes
Of a serpentine metal riot
Some courting a cop’s chalk mark
Some others seeking a womb of safety
A medley of strange faces thronged
The windowed confines of a commuter bus
Crowded with a thousand thoughts
Some breathing promises of the day next
Some others muddled beyond repair
Winds blew in the unmistakable whiff
Of a theatre of the youthful ones
Heads held high, living the right now
Some unaware of the sands of time
Some others oblivious of paradoxes
That lone bearded and filthy alms seeker
Pitched to peddle pity and helplessness
To people who had their masks donned
Some eyes lending compassionate coins
Some others lay steeped in morality
The unhurried pace begged for contrast
Some twelve odd tired windswept legs
Focused on adding a few more years to life
Some desolately desperate in their stride
Some others religiously orderly by habit
The rhythms never missed a single beat
Red Amber Green the colors drifted along
A man in uniform playing to an unwritten script
Some times blocking the occasional offender
While at some others timing his anxiousness
Change went past in an array of geometries
The tree above screening a constant drizzle
Down came a heap of floating leaves
Some stood witness to unbridled growth
Some others flaunting the fragrance of a rain kiss.