As I try through the looking glass
Nothing.
Colour and camouflage of the street
at a distance, flicker and flash
Alleys and lanes all lead to a beginning of another
Within the hustle and bustle
Existence.
Faces among crowds, paces around corners.
daily death frosted in the eyes of a gazer
A raunchy life chiseled into a lost smile
Shouts and call-outs brewed somehow-
Movement!
Structures of red brick and green windows
staring at humanity!
Cuisines of authenticity or ordinance
a gruel of a thousand lives in one-
Conglomerated!
Focus shifts from one association to the other
The shutter snaps through the truth largely ignored,
an image retrieved is that of a way to accept.
All of frames. Nothing but defeated.
Finger-paint and chocolate wrappers
Beetle spit and smiling hawkers
Collision! One of a kind.
Revealed.
