How much does the city of Joy drinks every night?
How many gallons to pain and tears, somewhere in some corner of this old city
away from the circles of light, happiness is sold for ten.
Bathed in colored light we study ourselves in different mirrors every night
Everybody is looking for someone, someone less melancholic...
With every finding I keep looking for something else, my search never ends
It always has a new beginning;
For many of us present is past continued and future never seems to arrive, living our childhood all through life.
The city no longer is home to immigrants living in colonies, it is running out of love
I have too much of spare time, I keep looking at the sun through the bottom of my whisky glass
A world goes out of fashion with every new sunshine; the painting in the gallery is searching for a home, children of broken homes
Waking up to a different today, the world is loosing its mind
Waking up to a different self everyday, I am looking for me……
Courtsey: Rajarshi Choudhury
