6 December 2008 2:25 A.M. Mumbai
Sitting with an aching back at 2 in the night
I suddenly felt like a stranger again
In the lonely twilight
At a station, as strangers brush past
Without a glance, or concern in their eye
I suddenly felt the gap
That has opened up again
Again my dead veins pulse
To the grim, chaotic strain
I loved to ask questions
No longer do I want the answer
The stillness spreads like paralysis
Or a silent pain, a cancer
It seizes my soul again
The call returns from the abyss
Alone again am I
A painful, bittersweet bliss
1 comment:
A dark yet honest description of the strangulation we sometimes feel living in a world of strangers and fakes. The vast city with the throngs of uncaring people really gets to my nerves sometimes. It is strange how this same city comes together in the hour of its need. Keep up the good work buddy!
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