perched atop the roof of the city,
watching lights turn dusk into day,
i felt like an eagle on a crag,
eying with apathy
the endless river of humanity.
in the dying twilight,
loneliness,was never more meaningful,
identity,never more clearer.
i spread my wings for one last time
and i soared...
the ground seemed to get farther away,
the endless sky,that much closer.
p.s-my tribute to the city of joy,for giving me an identity..
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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Posted by Amit Pathak at 11:50 PM
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4 comments:
It is from the place we know....from the city i love to hate so much.... as enchanting as the "mocha" twilight!!...:)..:P
hmmm...i knew the city would always suit you...didn't expect you to fall head over heels in love with it
well i have.. :)
Nice......
Somehow reminds me of "Jonathan seagull livingstone"
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