I see trains stopping and people running around,
I see those people crushing under their feet, dreams unfound
I see some smiles but I fail to relate with them
And I see beyond some frowns like I share my fate with them
I see concrete skies and a neon star
I see those neon constellations informing where our next destinations are
I see artificial humans and machines so alive
I see those broken mechanical hopes as the cranes jive
I see thoughts flying around
I see crowded street but hear no sound
I see boys and girls walking hand in hands,
I see them walking unconsciously towards dead ends
I see them wiping their tears and saying goodbye,
As I see a paper plane in background, soaring the sky
I see pillars of truth made with bricks of lie
I see them enjoying their life, as their neighbours die
I see a kid crying in a corner,
while searching for his mother
I see a sister crying her heart out
While hugging her brother
And,
I see a man in the mirror,
Staring at me with a smile,
He is wondering as always,
where was he all this while
I see it all and I see some more,
As I stare at this city, wondering what else is in the store...
I see those people crushing under their feet, dreams unfound
I see some smiles but I fail to relate with them
And I see beyond some frowns like I share my fate with them
I see concrete skies and a neon star
I see those neon constellations informing where our next destinations are
I see artificial humans and machines so alive
I see those broken mechanical hopes as the cranes jive
I see thoughts flying around
I see crowded street but hear no sound
I see boys and girls walking hand in hands,
I see them walking unconsciously towards dead ends
I see them wiping their tears and saying goodbye,
As I see a paper plane in background, soaring the sky
I see pillars of truth made with bricks of lie
I see them enjoying their life, as their neighbours die
I see a kid crying in a corner,
while searching for his mother
I see a sister crying her heart out
While hugging her brother
And,
I see a man in the mirror,
Staring at me with a smile,
He is wondering as always,
where was he all this while
I see it all and I see some more,
As I stare at this city, wondering what else is in the store...
Hope city offers you many more events to share. :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the city :) hope it treats you very well !
ReplyDeleteLife in a 'Metro'. Very well described. - Apurv [ @A_Humorist ]
ReplyDeleteA day in the Delhi Metro! :) Moments well analysed, captured and made into a poem. Who would have thought travelling in the Delhi Metro, overloaded with sweaty human beings can bring out such a nice piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteKeep up!
Good work!! Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Delhi.
ReplyDeleteThis city is not as bad as people think.
Apt description of the Delhi Metro :)
Awesome work!
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