The far-off crowded metropolis
Everything obscured by the sandstorm ahead
The fidgety mind - too weary and jaded.
An evening bereft of sprightliness
The dejected kid and his inconsolable restlessness
The unrelenting solitude
Eagerly waiting – waiting for a hint of unruffled certitude.
It’s crowded, too crowded; locate me if you may.
It’s crowded, very crowded; be cautious while fighting out your way!
Painted in water color
Estranged image across the sky
The pensive poets
And among the clouds scattered, are their haphazard sonnets.
Wild flowers on their knees across the dry grassland
Baffled are the retrieving ripples forming on the wet sand
The path paved for your arrival can’t crave for more
Amidst the bewilderment dwells the bizarre serenity of the shore.
It’s crowded, very crowded; be cautious while fighting out your way!
