Fragments Of Light Poem by ashok jadhav

The city hums with signals none can name,
Its towers pierce the haze of restless skies.
I move among the pulse of faceless streets,
Each step reflected in a thousand glassed eyes.
The sounds collide—mechanical, alive,
A language formed in fragments, incomplete.
I reach for meaning in the shifting shapes,
But patterns slip as quickly as they form.
The concrete stretches, bending thought itself,
While neon flickers truths I cannot hold.
Each motion fractures into silent lines,
And every glance refracts another self.
Perhaps the world is not a single frame,
But broken pieces waiting to be read.
In chaos, I perceive a rhythm faint,
A hidden order beneath fractured signs,
And in the abstract, though undefined, I find
A pulse that whispers, tenuous yet real.