We're a handful of people in the bus
the door and windows are locked
widespread cold within us
we skate through serpentine roads
with each other—
heads dash and bodies collide.
Yet we don't spell any word
and, don't raise our heads for apology.
Through smartphone—
our indifferent eyes are interacting with the world.
Yet we are close enough but isolated,
we are distant but forsaken within ourselves
Like a puppet-
we smile, giggle and pant
we share loves, spill despairs
and, get impregnated with erotica.
If we trapped in these quagmires—
the god would tweet news of our fall.