The Sleepless City Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

All day long..those lashing waves of gusty winds..
In a home of clouds..painted in the sky with mindless thoughts
Suppressed sobs break into a rain
Lost souls playing bleak roles..in this city of dreams
Where the dense dust disrobes the colour of nameless streets
Those nameless streets that beckon strangers from near and far
With it’s even open door to promised green pastures
That they saw on the other side of the ever-flowing river of time
And time seems to be on standby for the moment
As melting watches and clocks trickle into the buffers of nostaligia
All night long the silver moon
Floats on a tarry bed of glistening stars
Ask questions to which we have no answers
As we sleep all over this place of dreams..
On the sidewalks, benches, tattered hammocks,
Or in cozy soft beds in fancy high rises..
Of those streets that have no name
Listening to the lullaby of our souls,
Sung by this place of dreams
The sleepless city smiles..
With a silent trickle of tear