Cityscapes portray their outlines on my window
architecturally divine,
telling a story of a creator they owe
Above the buildings…
the birds move on their migratory flight
in a sequence so synchronised,
never afraid of the height
Below the buildings..
a man reads his morning paper while the older ones burn on the floor
eliminating the news that was , keeping him warm
while he makes peace with the gore
In the building…
people rush about with files and briefcases
its always a busy day
all dressed alike in the same colours-a swarm of black & grey
Around the building…
the traffic never ceases to move
headlights and taillights passing by with an electric groove
As i stare beyond the confinement of my glass walls
a cubicle, a desk and a chair that rotates
Outside – a world , a life and an impulsive streak calls !
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© 2010 Nickolai Kinny . All Rights Reserved
You never fail to bring out the black.
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