Just what I Am
Just what I Am
Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green,
Separating dusky horizons; I watch the sunset, that lies in between.
Among the noisy traffic, I watch children selling roses,
I watch as a wrapper flies, a window hastily opens and closes.
Among the many windows, I watch impatient eyes,
In the usual evening traffic, I wait for a surprise.
Among several masked faces, I search for a naked face,
My eyes hunt for someone, who is not a rat in the race.
Among the fleet of cars, I watch fists banging against a horn,
As the lights stubbornly stay red, I watch my driver mourn.
Among the other cars, I search for tapping fingers,
I strain my ears; for a song that lingers.
Among the busy sidewalks, I glance at impeccable suits,
At women exchanging fake smiles, as they hurry in leather boots.
Among the many eyes, frozen between layers of kohl,
I search for the ones, whom a cell phone does not control.
Among the glitter and glamour, I merely search for simplicity,
I seek for the things, that truly provide felicity.
Among this speeding world, akin to this traffic jam
I just enjoy my music; what should I be, but just what I am?