A small world,from galaxies we live in,
It's still small when shortened to your neighbourhood.
I saw stars tonight,
I never had a pleasant mind to appreciate it's beauty,
still as a portrait.
The city we live in,
masking tears,sweat and a newspaper in hand .
Is it about the small neighbourhood,the news, the blood poured, money, buildings.
How we still live on for the daybreak and dawn.
It's too hard about being next to your loved one,
How come complaints are kept aside with files on the desk.
I sometimes wonder how we come across that photograph on frames and wallets on our desks.
Some old man is still waiting anxiously for his stop.
This very small world we live in,vast ocean and distances apart.
It's an irony for a sailor who found his treasure long back.
And suddenly are occasions,auspicious, memories
. While dinner's getting cold...
Someone cut me short and said "This is life............................."
-AnirudhVallabhaneni
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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...
