Traipsing under the sun
The sun rays strokes my bare face
The dingy clothes on my body looks more appealing in the daylight
Looking at the concrete jungle before my eyes seems like a hundred centuries have passed to acquire such a novelty
The polluted air passes into me with ease
I look at different people sidling on the streets
There are fresh faces and lugubrious one’s too among the crowd
Money,love,lust and other emotions running through their minds
I came across a little kid crying for a candy,but a big smile came over his face when his mom bought him one
I pranced through various streets and saw many people with different expressions
I wonder what’s eating their rarely used brains
Maybe something’s going on with their heart as tears rolled down their thick cheeks,pretty cheeks,high cheeks,thick stubble
Its easy to pray and eat but the hardest part is to live
And once we are married, why do we get divorced? when the heaven entwined our red “love threads”
Is that a marketing defect or the customer’s are at fault?
The life we live is short and if the damage is done and then it is incorrigible
There are even consummate lives, I wonder if their lives goes easy with money flowing in?
Why there are people who calumniate others? Is that the easy way?
Everybody wants a easy going life but there should always be a lucre at their door steps
Taciturn people are up to the point and the loquacious people talk beyond the point
I thought the world was made to make people happy, but the biggest competition is how to exacerbate other’s lives
There are many fabulists in the world than many square shooters
Even if the whole group of people are noble, one fella is enough to corrupt the entity
The chain never ends and the future generation will also have these traits