Sights Of The City Poem by nithya raghavan

My eyes keep blinking-
wings of a butterfly
that flap continually,
as this city turns youthful
with bulbs, my hair turns
grey. I lean on the
window to watch men
digging those tunnels leading
to nowhere and men
buzzing out of public places,
as basements sink underneath
my feet. The shadows of buildings
trap me, behead my
imaginations, and my
veins bleed boredom.
I want to live in those
quiet seconds that pass by
and my heart is in a
live-in relationship with
this place. This city with
its changing sights pulls
me by my collar to leech
on to its soil like
electric wires and bring me
to taste dirt cakes. I wait
eagerly for lizard tongues to
open cracks on the earth,
for those rocks to develop
a bad taste for salt water
fountains, for the sky to
rain dead hawks and for my
soul to lose itself in castrated deserts.....