I'm in the white city.
A dense fog
Disintegrates all my hopes.
There are people dreaming
Of nonexistent worlds.
There are disoriented people
Walking on the terminal's sidewalk.
There are lights turning on and off so erratically
In this white city.
There are hidden screams in the night
Covered by the heavy rain sounds,
That rain falling continuously
In this white city,
Don't understand that they are victims, yet.
There are flowers,
There are fast food kiosks,
There are botanical gardens
With beautiful exotic trees,
And there are horror movies in the theaters.
As shadows emerging from the fog
Are the last steps.
There are steps searching each other
And there are steps that are separated forever.
The rain's sounds
Vibrate the eye of the windows,
Vibrate the burial stones,
Vibrate the dreams,
About better days.
In the white mist of the night.
Maybe he's the victim of an aggression,
Or maybe he's someone who has lost his love.
Maybe it's just an echo...
I'm in the white city
And I'm searching for you in the darkness...
Contrasts between thought and the existing reality. Dreams of white city, white fog, mist but experiencing horror movies, fast food kiosks, etc. Such city really exists in dream only. But screaming left behind not of having the address to reach there.....A trance got shape by words. Place of resting the soul, yet sense of reality doesn't allow the soul to rest so contrast reflects through the poem.................Regards, Pranab k c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Maybe he's the victim of an aggression, Or maybe he's someone, who has lost his love. Maybe it's just an echo... I'm in the white city And I'm searching for you in the darkness.... - excellent poem 10