The LOVE of inertia
Red
Brake
Stop
Wet lanes of stalled buses croaking in silence
Dripping shelters of Chai stalls sandwiching scramblers
Autos curving their hips, poking noses in credence
Hustling gears filling cane juice tumblers
Hungry stray dogs- roaring humbly
Thirsty feelings- paused dumbly
Flyover pillars lodging organic eyes and nude vans
Red has always been a thronged menace
A law-bound hiatus, a repugnant captivation
The magic of realism in a clogged space
Thriving on the captor’s motivation
Orange
Power on
Start
A pandemonium of propellants, a jet of adrenalines
No queues, only bundles, heaps, and clusters
Of silent clamours, of pleasing noises, of voice machines
All and sundry- Jacks, One-off self- master
Dead faces, remorseful races, selfish screens
This, a brief phase of opportunistic importunity -helmets crowned
Hoots speaking louder- words drowned
Pecking, patting, spanking, ramming- to each their own means
Orange is notorious for triggering paraphernalia
Driving eccentricity on rocky roads
One could sleep all day– personalia
The biological alarm never disappoints- an inevitable ford
Green
Jerk
Zoom
Finally, it’s show time, an overawed finish line
Unwaged Accelerations- Unaimed ten pin strikes
Fluent transitions, mood swing number nine
No strings taut, automobiles - hiking with the like
Panic prevails, swiftness triumphs fine
Happy hearts embrace
The drizzly breeze- a sunny freeze
Freedom- a levelled forehead crease
Green, hypothetically venerated for its liberty
Let’s call a spade a spade- factual sententia
But some cannot renounce to green’s positivity
Within them is found profound - The love of inertia
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