Best Poems Written by Anya Sharma

Bus Seats

I throw my exhausted body
Drained of all its strength,
On the small blue seat of the big yellow bus
My body loosens it’s muscles tense.

As I push the window open,
The strong wind gushes in,
Engaging my russet hair in a sprightly dance
To it’s enchanting hymn.

The auric sunlight falls on my tanned face,
The current of warmth revitalises my soul;
From this delicate touch of the ethereal heavens 
I recall the galliard back in the days old.

Memories come racing back,
Like a great white horse, young and cheery;
Trotting and galloping to the ends of my soul,
With its snowy mane flowing freely.

And as the giggles and jokes rewind,
I perceived a sensation serene,
A sensation that calmed my racing heart-
A sensation of peace and tranquility.

Peace felt like a seraphic person in disguise:
She took me into her gentle arms and held me tight,
She comforted me in this fast-paced world,
Where being at ease is not quite right.

After an hour or so I retire
Back to my life’s monotonicity,
Regardless of the loquacious people and blaring car horns,
I find peace in these bus seats.

Copyright © Anya Sharma | Year Posted 2022