wandering around cities
places filled with nostalgia
faces looked familiar
someone selling something
someplaces looked too crowdy
for me to fill in
new people with new voices
new food with new spices
new relations building up
seldom we realise
there is truth in disguise
pretentious we are
lingering around flowers
a smell so engaging
bees are doomed
we know there is something
more to life than living
it’s a journey lived in parts
on this new journey
we started sometime back
new destinations are in sight
so here we embark…
Trust Your Own Madness !
