Imagery Poems -7 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Neon Signs at Night
Neon flickers its borrowed stars,
Pink vowels, blue commands;
The night learns how to spell desire
In glowing, sleepless bands.
Letters buzz like tired bees,
Selling hope by watt and hue;
The city drinks its colored light
And calls the hunger new.
2. Traffic Noise at Dusk
Horns bruise the evening's thinning air,
Engines cough and sigh;
Red lights bloom like patient wounds
That refuse to say goodbye.
Dusk folds smoke into the sky,
A grey, exhausted seam;
The city hums itself to sleep
Inside a restless dream.
3. Crowded Trains
Bodies sway in borrowed rhythm,
Hands grip steel like faith;
Strangers breathe a single breath
In this metal wraith.
Faces pass like windowed lives,
Near, yet far apart;
The train carries a thousand roads
Beating in each heart.
4. Rooftops and Antennas
Rooftops hold the city's bones,
Tar and pigeon feet;
Antennas scratch the open sky
For voices incomplete.
Above the noise, above the rush,
Dishes tilt and strain;
The city lifts its quiet prayers
Into the falling rain.
5. Broken Sidewalks
Sidewalks split at careless seams,
Concrete learns to bend;
We step around the open cracks
Time refuses to mend.
Each break remembers weight and fall,
A history of feet;
The city writes its stories low,
Beneath us, incomplete.
6. Closed Shop Shutters
Shutters pull their metal lids
Over yesterday's light;
Painted names flake into rust
By the end of night.
Dreams are stacked behind the steel,
Priced but never sold;
Closed shops count the hours slow
Until the morning's gold.
7. Mobile Screens in Darkness
Faces glow in private blue,
Thumbs learn to confess;
Silence scrolls between two hearts
In wireless distress.
The dark grows thick with borrowed lives,
Each screen a fragile shore;
We touch the world through glass and light
And still ask for more.
8. Elevators and Mirrors
Mirrors multiply the self
Between the rising floors;
We watch our faces change their masks
As numbers close their doors.
The elevator hums our pause,
A box of held-in breath;
Between the ground and where we're bound,
We meet ourselves—and wait.