beautiful day

(8 Jan 07)

Everyday
I get off from the bus
Take the same street for work
Too fast, too naïve, everytime...

How could I have not noticed
The colors waving from the streets
The reticence of the lamp posts
The perfumed air from the fruitstands
The celestial glory of the mums
The magic the roses brings
The soothing – elevating kind of feeling

Amidst the buzzling jeeps
Amidst the joke of traffic
Amidst the brushing of shoulders
Amidst all the insincerity
Amidst babbling mouths uponyour back
Amidst life’s taunting

It’s still a beautiful day…