Monday, 3 August 2015

Dreams on rent

My city mocks me
With the senselessness
Of ideas
Through which I am gonna flow through. The infinite currents,
People, things, their life, my life... 
The manner of collision of thousand things into one
And one collision to scatter into thousands.

I am the guy
I jump over the wet pond
To call me the Sinbad
I am the guy who
Catch the 9.24 daily.

I am a chaiwallah
Who flows in the morning through the cities clogged arteries
A back office ITwallah 
Coding my rented dream