I happen to be somewhere.
lands with no sea breeze or green.
land of musicals and genres.
land of shades and 'shades;
land of no spring or gloom glow of flowers or plastic on the hands of a florist.
land of 90s and 2000s,
land of radio and feature,
land of sold nd mortgaged,
land of fear and road,
land of new that's old,
land of wheel.
Land that heels and peels,
pretends and clouds and clouts,
waving flags and jangled slaves,
smell of concrete and sweat,
tinge of you and me;
That's all we need for today.........
-Anirudh Vallabhaneni
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Ghazels of Unknown
PoetryLiving in this concrete jungle, I realized these truths and mystery of human mind which played it's part in today's civilization. Dust, glory, war, cyber, social,and the zing and enigma that we all strive. For the lifeless life. Other parts coming...
