MELODIOUS CACOPHONY

I live in busy area of the city! Everything is a stone throw's away, be it a street vendor with his cart,  mom and pop store, supermarket, retail shops for
mobiles, accessories, garments etc, eateries and restaurants or sacred spaces like temples, churches or mosques. All coexist together making it a unique combination of diversity.

Sound, scenery and people are hard not to notice when you are out for a walk or a ride. I also walk to the park which is 1 kilometer from my house. I prefer evening walks. Though it is December, temperature is moderate; during day its mostly hot and by nightfall the weather turns pleasant. Sometimes it is humid due to preceding drizzle. (Chill of winter is not known to residents of the city!)

Commotion and cacophony -
has its own melody
The cars whiz, scooters 
ziz zag, cyclists roll 
What a Serendipity!

Blaring honks, pe pe, tring tring
Reverberate in my ears
Though the gas emitted  
Brings me to tears 

Worried mothers with their 
babies, weeping incessantly
Some kids in adjacent ground
happy noises, playing pleasantly

Flowers of all hue and color
Men, passer-by ask for price
Shrill voice of vegetable vendor
I am taken by surprise

Friends meeting in restaurants
Laughter echos 
Eager waiters taking orders
Roadside pan sizzles

Old uncles do Pranayam
Sitting on the park bench
Hissing through nose;
While in my sweat I drench

Ladies having loud conversations
While adjusting their hair
Some lovers in deep corners, their 
Whispers mixing with humid air

A homeless man snores in 
Other corner of the park;
Outside fence, pet dog strolls with its
Owner, street dogs start to bark

After ten rounds I sit
on a nearby empty seat
Leaves rustle, trees sway gently 
Lone dry leaf falls at my feet

A distant crow caws 
Dusk mingles into night 
Watchmen blows his whistle
Turns off the park lights

Its time for us to leave
I discern vigorous deep breaths
Heading back, I hear 
Rhythmic foot-steps 

Slowly crowd disperse
All around; crickets chirp  
Listen carefully - Silence of the
Night can also be heard...

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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Also posted for Real Toads - Tuesday Platform!
And Open Link Night #234 at dVerse

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Another poem inspired by Walk, written few years back - that you might like 'BOULEVARD'