Women travelling in delhi metro
are from all spheres of life
Of all shapes and sizes
Of different skin tones and hair types
Of a thousand melodies and in complete
sync with their conflict and harmony.
They’re mysteries that I see in this world.
A perfect balance of sensible and whimsical.
Women in delhi metro are sometimes
strange and oftentimes awesome stories
in my head.
They’re soft curves with hard expressions;
Spellbinding souls with spirited imaginations.
Women in delhi metro are equally
feminine and masculine
Some with their willowy suits and
sarees; Some with their ironed
skirts and shirts.
Women in delhi metro are quiet
murmurs and zesty laughs in
between the cacophony of swarming
lanes and rowdy trains.
Women in delhi metro are meant to be
passing winds but they feel like fresh breeze.
Mesmerising and utterly divine— like
descending comets disappearing in the
midst of the starry skies.
Women in delhi metro are enigmas; they
are in true sense the wonders of this world.