Rubber against asphalt, leather against concrete.
A blanket of smoke, smell of people all around.
All the madness, all the chaos,
The concrete jungle.
Cars and bikes, buses and rails.
The roar of horns, the voices of men.
Footsteps and chatter, as the crowds gather.
Running after time, (yet) always out of time.
Side by side, but never together.
A sea of faces, breeching and linking.
All in silence, (yet) the noises persist.
The noises that make the silence
(of) The people already gone by. Continue reading The Silence of Others
Seeping through the threads
Crawling o’er the skin,
The cold sets in.
Soaking in the rain.
A contrast of senses,
The exterior in confusion.
Almost a transformation,
The world above and below.
Turbulence ensuing, the world outside,
An o’erpowering calmness inside.
Immersed in melody, (a) sea of emotions,
As I was drenched in the rain.
Cover photo: Rain Room, 2012, The Museum of Modern Art, New York, NY ©Random International
Submitted to Daily Post prompt: Water, Relish, Transcript, H2O, Liminal, Ambience & Posterity
Billows of torrent
In motion, perpetual.
The darkness looming behind.
A sea with no tide, an ocean with no life. Continue reading In the Rain
A poem has to rhyme
So the following lines will rhyme.
This is just a way to pass my time.
This teacher is boring me to hell.
How does she have so much to tell?
I just can’t wait for the ringing of the bell.
Continue reading So bored in class
Through and through
Her cry drilled through my ears.
Body, mind and soul,
Nothing could bear it no more.
Brought me nearly to tears.
Somebody please kill me.
This, I just can’t take anymore.
Continue reading I Cried