In the rush, of our lives

In the rush, of our lives,

we might encounter many stories, 

being played through the eyes,

of the beings, in our surroundings... 

Eyes....

The one that observes, 

capturing snapshots of the hearts,

telling the tales, of unspoken thoughts,

carrying their unique narratives. 

So I watched, when the time paused,

being stuck in traffic, feeling the pulse,

in my mental space, information poured,

making assumptions, as waiting prolonged. 

My attention fall, on people at bus stop,

a young couple chatting, holding hands, 

being only students, bunked their class,

having private moments, away from world. 

There were children, holding hands,

running away giggling, on the sidewalk,

I was a bit concerned, when I found out,

their mother chasing them from behind. 

A delivery boy, calling to the client,

explaining reasons, for being late,

while car besides, opening window,

curses crowd, while blocking corner path. 

Every attention, was on blinking signals,

hoping to leave place, sooner the better,

for their personal and work responsibilities, 

any stasis of the flow, is detested. 

Having the common goal to escape...

I wondered how singular, is this wish?