I was back in the sun-kissed vapourous night,
heart beating, the buildings - monuments and caricatures reaching new heights.
It was growing up - the city, along with me.
The hair camouflaged between the galaxies far away afree
my Face gently combed to a juggle by breeze.
Falling back - back to habits - back to roots,
familiar surroundings falling back together completing a jigsaw puzzle,
The reversal - un-buring fire- the picture is formed from the soot.
A forgotten life is remembered and lived again,
As I lay close eyed, breathing inside the bubble -
pores appear and water floods in - memories regained.
How nice to see familiar faces!
How true it was when the stranger claimed -
A face long not seen finally fades!
How nice it was to see the faded ones -
focused into clarity by vision (By city-light was maimed).
The lone man throughout decades sits in his shop
selling pens and papers and pads and pencils -
He is Amar - immortal by name - embellished in the catacombs of mind.
Beside him, reside two brothers - they look happier!
Selling away their lives to the vendors who manufacture their sales.
Oh the merriment of the market! It has expanded, fed on money -
It has elongated from king cobra to anaconda - boundaries are pushed away
What are boundaries? They now ask.
The moon still shines,
shines the same - but the moon light seems to be raining bitterly,
Blue hue cast around the shadow of mine
Thousand brighter moons shine, casting their glow out of the vents.
What a strange phenomenon - those without vents or bricks
hold the torched screens burning like stars on the labyrinth of little streets.
I was back in the forgiving city bearing an unforgiving lion's emblem,
tasting its soil and heaving the air which carries a phlegm
which is lathered on my leather and sticks to my fur,
showing me the scenes which had been a blur.
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