Sunday, 18 November 2018


By - Anmol Chandak

Far away into the horizon I stare
Breathing the crisp midnight air
The wind smells sweet, though somewhat bold
The sky's all black, with a few patches of gold

I'm in a new place far away from home
Life here's metallic, painted in chrome
I try to stand still - my mind flutters away
Even when awake, of 'home' I dream everyday

Amidst this blur, clarity I desire
Something to soothe me, to soothe my inner fire
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
I fail to pacify the storm underneath

I gaze at the city, trying to get lost
In it's fire and in it's frost
This place here might have many pleasant sights
But all I see are the glimmering City lights.

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