moon has escaped from the sky but sun yet not rose
a spectre silence is existing on the lonely roads
still a feeble sound is coming out from this peace
i fantasise its the suffocating moan of city streets
it may be the wound of loneliness that compel it to whine
coz its the scenario which is out of phase from the day time
when vehicles were rolling over city streets & was crowded
quite akin to the mirror image when our life is delighted
when along with the joy we are having numerous mates
but as the cloud of sorrow vacates the reasons of ecstasy
no one remains our companion not even our own fate
that’s why i love to walk alone on lonely city streets
& we share our feelings just by sensing each other’s heartbeats
a spectre silence is existing on the lonely roads
still a feeble sound is coming out from this peace
i fantasise its the suffocating moan of city streets
it may be the wound of loneliness that compel it to whine
coz its the scenario which is out of phase from the day time
when vehicles were rolling over city streets & was crowded
quite akin to the mirror image when our life is delighted
when along with the joy we are having numerous mates
but as the cloud of sorrow vacates the reasons of ecstasy
no one remains our companion not even our own fate
that’s why i love to walk alone on lonely city streets
& we share our feelings just by sensing each other’s heartbeats
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