Commuter Bus Ride Poem by Jay P Narain

My patience ran over my head,
when the gas prices went over the roof,
I decided to forsake my solo driving freedom,
for the sake of green and took the public transportation.

I had to wake up so early,
waited for the bus to come so quickly,
Finally I hopped in the express so merrily,
To find myself in International express in the San Jose silicon valley.

In the bus, I saw people of all kind,
some eagerly waiting to talk to somebody,
some wanted to hide from everybody,
some concentrated in meditation and philosophy,
some were lost in staring at the next seat beauty.

Some were falling asleep, some were taking a nap,
some were listening to their iPod, some were planning on their laptop,
some were reading books, some were just giving a blank look,
some were appreciating the sight unseen,
some were reflecting on trail of tail lights where they might had been.

No sooner, the destinations came closer,
everyone anxiously looked out to make sure that the bus stopped near,
In the morning, everyone seemed little nervous and edgy,
In the evening, everyone seemed relaxed and very happy.

Once out of the bus, everyone seemed in a hurry,
the calm and peace they enjoyed for a while disappeared in a hurry,
the pace of livelihood overtook their lives in a hurry,
and I kept on wondering whether the fun of bus ride would vanish in a hurry.