KSRTC Buses

Here's one I wrote in India 2002 -

let the warm wind wash across your face
and let your thoughts curl out of the side of your head
to disappear over the plains in a whisper,
peace arrives in the form of shining waters
but no sooner do you see them than they’re gone
replaced by onward meditations -
a bunch of bananas hanging from the front
of a roadside shack,
a herd of buffalo bossing it on the highway
unafraid of the metallic tonnage
that hurtles down towards them,
with more than a hint of jungle
hissing from the fenders,
the crunch of Shiva all too possible
on a beautiful sunny day