The more I look, the sadder I get.
The sky, the blue, the taste of freedom.
It doesn’t taste like freedom anymore.
The black chimney smokes, dissolving ,
The air gulping it in one go till it’s enough;
Leading to indigestion; I mean, pollution… Air pollution.
The land mower, mowing the grasses, Nipping them off the roots,
The hope of a new life perished forever;
In the faith of something better, Sophisticated, a building perhaps
Or a skyscraper even!
The rustic life appeals no more.
The city lights, witness to a thousand lives Breaking and patching; stands still.
Nothing can melt its stone heart.
We still love the lights don’t we?
We love the facade;
Behind which hides the sinister truth.
The truth? What about it? Oh, it’s painful!
We don’t want the pain;
We are happy in the leisure of lies.
Lies comfort us.
In the painful comfort of lies,
I always choose the uncomfortable truth
Which soothes my pain of knowing
That which could have never been better!
That which could have never been mended! And those hearts;
Which could have never been together!