Dull yellow buildings, musty air
Smell of sweat, stenching dreams
Sleepless nights, ochre mornings
Windows collapsing on each other
Like bodies in a metro
Shirts sticking, eyes aching
What are they searching for ?
I can’t fathom whether they are happy or sad
Or just surviving
Long rides on hurrying roads
Smell of smoke brings you home
I count the hours you will sleep
Not more than 4 or 3
What are you searching for ?
Are you happy or are you sad
I see the blinking lights, in a blackless sky
Blinding the stars, the noise of cars
I like the smell of smoke now
Mixed with the cold
It clings to childhood eyes and happy time
I leave my glasses to be covered in layers of dust
(no more rose tinted glasses for me)
I will think of you today when I fall asleep
Under the cloudy heaviness and hopes as fresh as april
Heart as ripe as the mangoes in may
I wish I could think of you everyday
But it is not hard to forget
So I selfishly dream of lakes, poets and lyrical loves
While the clock pulls your strings relentlessly for hours
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