Into The Existential Street! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Streets too tempt sometimes
Sometimes we are all astray
Unfelt smells strangely accompany us
And the Jasmines do not join us
We run across the rough roads
Promises of the life rustle there
Pages of the past go on poking
Nothingness and foreverness both stand apart
Someway distant, we stand asymmetrical
Cemeteries of the sand sing along
Furnishing the future, we fake out the day
A number of footages
And a few photographs
Existential streets attack our inmost selves
Material appears as an utter mist
Dull and void are all voices
Feelings go crossed
Colorless evenings and haunting nights
Sometimes, there's left no time ahead!