It’s always foggy these days. Have I mentioned
So many wrongs you commit each day. And you still dress up gorgeously and walk the streets in your high leather boots and leather jacket and your pink bustier.
Your neon lights brighter that glitter at Chandni Chowk.
As Navratris are followed by Diwali. Diwali followed by the mood of Christmas. Christmas followed by New Year’s.
The cheap liquor, the broken verses of confession…
Where are you, repenting?
Did you not bother to think again before whoring yourself out to your new friends
In their Mercs and their Audis?
Did you not wince upon finding yourself in bed with Big Mac and KFC and ever wonder what happened?
The warm evenings at Karol Bag blanketed with the fragrance of incense sticks,
The aura of Paranthas at Chandni Chowk and the Kebabs at Jama Masjid…
Where is the solemn walk of broken hearts near North Campus, and makeover. And lonely dinner at Majnu ka Tila?
Where are the old souls…on your sidewalks ?
1 comment:
You write awfully well.
Srin.
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