Flickering Lights Of The City

By Parizad Gaur

On the top of the building,

The pink déjà vu of the hybrid painted sky, The orange sun setting by,

The flickering lights of this city,

My eyes, reflected the gleaming glow of This metropolis which often is busy, My old house could be seen,

Hazy fog line on the transverse mountains, Steady and slow was all I could feel, Then, the obsidian night sky fell,

The horns of the busting cars became louder, The sharp lights, pinched the eyes, But, in the end I rose

Rose, even if the path was grey,

Rose; even if the flickering lights of the city Would always say, “This place is crowded, God knows how he made this rush, life’s lush And dreams which are crushed”

By Parizad Gaur