The baskets full of spice and grain,
Beside the tracks of passing train.
The chatter rises with the sun,
Before the daily work is done.
The colors burst in every stall,
To answer every buyer’s call.
A thriving, loud, and honest trade,
Beneath the woven banyan shade.
Aarav documents the beautiful, colorful, and overwhelming chaos of urban life. His poetry acts as a camera lens, capturing brief, intimate snapshots of strangers on trains, street vendors in the rain, and the shared humanity...
The sky turns black, the winds are high,The warning of the stormy sky.The first drop hits the dusty...
The rusted wheels begin to squeal,A heavy, metal, moving beast of steel.The vendors push right through the crowd,With...