We all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
Huddled on the rooftop, on a rusty chair I sit, embraced by the lights from dim homes Above the bustling streets, car horns, and blurry faces I am in search of my own.
Sunset barely clings to the somber skies Somewhere in the horizon, a hint of nightfall blends in, Yet, I linger, alone, in a crowd I can't keep up with A stranger among strangers, an echo of ripples unseen.
From afar, a woman holds a translucent umbrella Shading herself from the touch of rain, falling, Searching the settling dusk, I couldn't tell apart The overcast skies from the shadows overhanging
Above, below, in between, and everything, around me Washing out the sound of inaudible voices, overcrowded streets, As traces of warmth slip away, I tremble, still in search Down the pool of puddle sinking beneath my feet,
Among the reflections, distorted Shades of reality, And they get deeper, much deeper Lost inside of me.
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