these city noises disturbs me
more than anything nowadays.
everyone here is going back and forth
without even realising
what they're missing so far.
people here just try to survive,
not live.
these are just the living bodies over dead souls,
who've slid their dreams into a wet bowl,
not having enough desires,
and entangled in the society's wires.
i hate to be one amongst them,
surrounded by so many living bodies,
yet being all alone amidst them.
different genes and different blood in the veins,
they perceive everything differently,
and for no reason i find it weird.
life is strange, isn't it?
you wake up and go through
the same routine all day round,
yet end up with different
outcomes each day.
probably, that is what life is.
to move constantly, even though
you don't know where you'll end up.
birds are chirping in the sky,
probably they're returning to their home,
or going away in search of food.
they don't get the privilege to eat
at the place of their choice.
they fly to the place
where the wind takes them.
humans are no less the birds,
even though they have invisible wings
to fly high and touch the sky,
yet sometimes they've no choice
rather than going where life is taking them.
probably,
god knows what we deserve,
and we know what we want.
apparently,
we get what we are worthy of,
not the one we longed for.
— vishakha // @penthethoughts
