12:00 AM, September 13, 2018 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, September 13, 2018

Under The City Lights

Under the neon city lights I stand,

Among the mass of people who never notice me.

Over the bleak cold asphalt I stand fragile,

As my malachite eyes search for somebody.

 

Voices, laughter, blaring car horns around me,

But where is my long-lost secret melody?

Floodlights only dim my sense of perception,

As I try to forget that feeling of alienation.

 

My trainers have smudged my supple footsteps,

Worn-out jeans bequeath no scars;

Every day is like a fallen, withered leaf,

And my facade a blind person's fantasy.

 

But once I was lost in this city's dream-like quality,

The concrete streets have concealed my infelicity,

The heavy air silently sings of my every grudge,

And the lamp-posts have now crafted my shadow into a blue mirage.

 

Under the breath-taking city lights do we live,

As daydreamers breathing in the smoky night.

Under the city lights have I hidden my dream,

As my eyes search for the old me who has its key.

 

Maisha Nazifa Kamal is a meme-loving witch who is on an alpha-mission to defeat all Muggles in procrastination. Join forces with her at 01shreshtha7@gmail.com