Sunday, December 11, 2005

- A metropolis

I drown and listen in to this land,
preplexed by its audacity.

Of its hybrid passions it crawls in to the distant time.
The unending train of humans;
And in perfect invisible circles they march.
The innumerable burning wheels were turning
An eternal flow of electricity
when the cold winds reminds that
its an evening, i lighted a cigar ,in search for an answer
Oh , i have traveled alot from the quiet drizzle
It seems i am apart from my own frienzied rain.

The dust flies high in the high erections
It carries along the message of uncertainty.
To eclipse all i dreamt of a lightning,
Sweetened by its hightened suddeness;
so that i can scream, in perfect harmony
To the city which is beneath.

















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