Writings on the wall ahead

Carvings on that roof

Rickety chairs and dusty floor

Cling! of chairs in cashier’s chest

Pumping in all this adreline

My mind goes wild in uproar!

One foot after other, one step at a time

Hearing those sounds of thunder

In the pitter-patter of night’s rain

Warming my blood with caffine

I sit on the table at far end

Lost in my chain of thoughts

The blue shirt, a black track

That gren jacket and loaded backpack

So many forces all around

All eyes that seem to unsee

Those smiles behind the counter

Seem just the same to me

The mum who pacifies the child

That dad who brings it all in

That lost face and searching eyes

glares behind glasses that I feel

Uncare and occasional distress

I cannot ignore, how much I try

So much I see, go much I feel

As I pen down or rather pour

Away in my mind that I feel

On whiteness of paper i explore…

Occassional smile that I feel on lips

Lost in my own debries of mind

On this of black-white strokes

There is so much I want to write

My eyes that squirt through my specs

The heart that burst deep within

I feel so empty, yet full

As I swallow away everything hidden…