"While I was busy being busy"

I saw a man on the sidewalk
Bright and early today,
Despite his pleasant nature
He had lost his way.

He said, 'Good morning'
And stuck his hand out,
Clutching a flyer to give
With a smile concealing the pout.

In the usual morning bustle
And indifferent fast paced walks,
Amidst the smell of coffee
And work related talks.

People came, people went
A push here and a nudge there,
There was more than just his dignity
That was spilling everywhere.

He stood his stand
Only budging to give way,
To every unthankful bug
Who only lived the corporate day.

No one seemed to care
There were none who smiled,
When he handed out flyer after another
He felt like a ridiculed child.

Hour after hour
He toiled in the yellow,
While the 'Move away!' and 'Goodbye'
Came faster than any 'Hello'.

When did we stop observing
Or breathe a breath or two,
Since when did a breakfast meetings
Begin to matter more?

When did a handshake
Replace a comforting hug,
Since when did we start pulling success
Than giving it a slight tug?

I walked away in a quiet daze
The scene sticking to me like glue,
And nodded in unwilling acceptance
In reality, I am one of them too...

--The question to every answer--

A flutter
A turn to the left side
Bat of an eyelid
Awakened wide,

The power lost
Inhibitions come to stay
With me, on my left side
And have their way,

I think
I concur
With each predicament naive
With each caution sign.

I turn to the right
For an escape sure
They jump across
And sheepishly lure,

Grasp of reason
Comes to help
Loosens the moments hold
And makes me yelp,

I twist
I fight
With each contradiction rare
With each needy stare.

The glorious understanding
Fills my senses slight
And from side to side
I struggle the night,

My mates, left or right
Break the dawns shroud
Save me my space
And clear the uncertainly cloud,

I wake
I move
With each new solution
With each rusty old emotion

I live again
Only to weep
I wake again
Only to sleep..