An evocative poem of urban alienation and ennui, by Sushant, exclusively for Different Truths.
Track of time Has found a new way In this busy city. New moon has dawned In the same old known sky. I pause my breath in the crowded city To count the alive souls. Hustle and bustle in the evening lights Has painted the streets in new colours. Watchmakers check time, Each moment they try To make the stopped time Run on the clocks. Naked steps have fathomed the path clearly Summer does not kill The hunger with the heat. The flower selling little boy Knocks at the car door, The buyer remembers his forgotten lover. The evening has its tiresome rest. Souls do not want to embrace reality. Yellow light invites words To be written in a secret diary Under the bulb. Rain do not wash the ill-conscience. Intuition tries not to lose the creative path.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths