In the noisy street,

I dream of plain blue waves,

But the crowd moves back—

In the disoriented silence,

Across the street, everyone runs.

I stand in the middle of street,

I don’t know whether the path

Leads anywhere,    it’s I, think

Built-in infinite walls,

I watch ‘em to move further.

A wind like a fragment in my dull ache,

I get kissed by rain, I remember

The tear shells, drippy, oozing

Clear boundaries in the distance,

I see yellow tapestry on the road,

A sign of another roadblock.

The walls, still in silence

The tape is still adorned,

Like a jewel of no motion,

Potholes glimmer with emotion.

In the whistling void,

I look back in my rearview,

The road in pitch black burns

Under my car, somehow I couldn’t

Tell me what’s worse.

Getting blacked out,

Looking for another door?

The nights, the days, flow one by one

I wait for another hour to pass-by,

Perhaps, they won’t lose a dear one

this time, in the roadside attack.

The pathway seems a further away,

My destination gets blurred,

regardless of time, fated by regret—

I wheel back to see dusk.

The people carry on rebuilding the path,

Somewhere they read papers on crimes.

— 27th September, 2024.

I wrote it for a contest, will love to hear all of your thoughts on this!