Jun 19, 2012

Urban Dust

Every morning I wake up early
But fail to witness a beautiful dawn
I can see some pigeons flyin' around
But where have the sparrows gone

I sit in my car and drive around
And feel the city needs a correction
Journey is on, but the end's nowhere
As I fail to find the right direction

I see a million faces around
Grumpy, joyous and even masked
Every one seems busy answering
The question that was never asked

I wish they ban plastic
The bag is not all I mean
All of us are deeply intrigued
But none of us is really keen

Innocence is a mirage they say
But the chase at times is a must
Dirty shoes and blackened hearts
Are all makings of the Urban Dust.




10 comments:

  1. :)) Truly beautiful but i wish it is not for one particular person in your life

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    1. Thanks for reading. :) You need not be anonymous.

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    1. Thank you Shesha! Glad that you liked it! :)

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  3. "I wish they ban plastic
    The bag is not all I mean!"
    I too find Plasticity in characters as the worst aspect! But unlike the common perception, I'm not sure that this is purely an urban phenomenon...
    "And feel the city needs a correction" "none of us is really keen" that is so true and in the end we all get such a helpless feeling!
    Very nice work indeed!!

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    1. Rochna- I too agree that plasticity is not only an urban phenomenon. I just used it here for creative convenience. :) Thank you for reading and providing the feedback. Hope to see you here more often :)

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  4. This is brilliant. Simple brilliant.

    "I see a million faces around
    Grumpy, joyous and even masked
    Every one seems busy answering
    The question that was never asked"
    - My favorite.

    Keep writing, Mr. Anant. Your thoughts are awesome. :)

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    1. Thank you so much Lebnox. :) These lines are my favorite too ;)

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