Hustle and bustle everywhere
No sign of content and rest.
Sounds of horns jamming my ears
The sweet melody of birds lost somewhere.
Bright lights instead of the moon
Conditioned air instead of a cool breeze
Sounds of construction instead of rustling leaves
Heavens where I have been…
Doubtful eyes haunting me
Of who can I be?
Some seem busy with themselves
And some busy trespassing.
Restricting me to myself
Why I can’t just dance carefree?
Killing my desires for someone
Someone who will never be.
My life seems like a kite
Controlled by the demands of the society
Wishing waiting longing for a storm
To cut and set me free.
And as the night falls
Gleaming lights laugh at my thoughts.
As a storm can only destroy
Displacing you to lands unknown,
Alas! There I need to be…