This city is crazy
this city is brimming
there is always something
rotting
burning
people walk with crinkled noses
and with scurried steps
with the voice of the screaming heart
those spires of the skyscrapers piercing and pinching
the heart of the sky
which bleeds on the people
who bet their life on the beauty of the alabaster moon
You cross a women
You cross a man on the sidewalk
his head tilted and twisted like a dead sparrow
light of the phones
lightning up their dead sullen eyes
and marred soul
waking up to the ping of the next message
dreams soaked and broken in the
morning tea
like the drowned pieces of biscuits
and broken sidewalks
are crushed under the feet
when your head is stuck in the sky
but the heart is rotting down below
Can you smell the stench?
Photo by Charl van Rooy on Unsplash
–Megha
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Thanks so much Akshaya. I guess this is the truth of every city now big or small.
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Wow Megha…could smell the stench
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Thanks Smitha.Guess we all can feel in todays’ time.
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This stench is spreading across many cities of the world. Your words dress up this sad and unfortunate state very well Megha.
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Thanks Radhika.yes you are right Radhika.Its like an infection.When I sit and subway , I see everybody is staring down at their phone even walking on the roads.
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Beautifully penned
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Thanks so much dear
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People nowadays do walk around plugged into their phones. This is a lovely thought of what is going down under their heads stuck in the sky. Some of us can smell that stench.
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Yes exactly. Iremeber in the good old days we used to talk complete strangers on the bus, street etc.
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Now people talk to their phones. It is almost sad.
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oh yes its almost funny with the bluetooth in their ears
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Wow, how real! Excellent written Megha!❤
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Thanks Richa. I know our gneration can totally relate to this.
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I could almost smell it! well written, great picture.
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Thanks Lilly.A cruel truth of today’s timed
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Indeed, you would think people would try harder.
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Sadly they don;t
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The sorry state of the world expressed so well!
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Thanks so much dear
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You’re welcome!
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I love the way you brought in all the senses and used such detail……..as if I was walking down that street!
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A perfect compliment for a poet.
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🙂
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A confronting and explicate story of hectic city life….
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Yes indeed. Thanks Ivor
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The emotions of a burning thought so well put – cities are such
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Yes indeed.Living in a crowd of disconnected people
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I actually like the city picture here as anything you write about in this poem.
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