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.
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Amongst,
such crowded streets we look for a definition,
tossing a coin would not give you a tinkling sound of metal hitting the ground but a sudden roar of a multitude fighting to cease that;
nameless metal of Gold laden value.
Yet they love
yet they greet,they sell and they eat,
of Dust and dirt.
Amongst that hammer and chisel amongst that choice and deal
amongst that wire and switch
they pray ,they live and they defeat what we fear most.
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