Trembling lips…
She stands bereft of social trappings…
Beyond pretensions…and forced smiles…
She stands numb…
In the end, it counts to nothing…
A whole lot of mistakes and a few lies
Forgotten wildflowers…and, left behind ties
All, she has is life…
Heavy drops on silent nights…
Quietly encroach upon her senses…
Taking her in…
Like the man who rode the storm
She waits…
A stained coffee cup in her hand
Civilization roaring beneath her…
While, she is on pause in her balcony
She watches the evening birds
And, the rising sun slowly setting…
Caught in the labyrinth of life
She closes her eyes…
Maybe, its time…
To end this sojourn…
To hit the unknown road again
Bid adieu to an un-understood city…loved and hated…
