A new address

Sleepless nights, drowsy days.
People and cattle graze and meander, 
Ruminating on bygone yesterdays.

Some cities sell dreams, some melt like
Ice creams.
No city was ever made to hear your 
Screams.

Sunny balconies that hide tearful bedrooms.
Bathrooms where lustful uncles peep.

Busy schools and empty playgrounds.
Buses and trains and automobiles.

 

Potted plants and terraced gardens 
Personify farmlands that once were.

Half interested florists 
Mimic forests that once were.

Abandoned and reclaimed lakes froth in anger, 
Where monsoon brings acid rains.
Amidst all this horror, like a lotus in a dirty lake,
Love stories bloom.

In buses and trains, in theaters and cafes,
Among sweaty talcum-powdered underarms 
And carefully applied make ups and sunscreens 
Under umbrellas, corner bus stops, metro lights, and lamp posts
Waiting for a few sea breezes
Under the sultry sun and the scorching earth…

Love finds its way 
Like an old postman
Finds a new address
In an ever-bulging new city.

Inspired by all the dreams in between by Ananda