Literature, Social



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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