Sub-Urban Blues.

21 05 2009

Like a school during vacations,

Like a park in autumn,

Like a shop without customer

Like a stranger in the city,

Like a summer night without electricity

Have been so lonely, so empty, so barren…


Like a bus stop at midnight,

Like a river without banks,

Like a cell phone without connectivity,

Like a car out of fuel

Like a bridge without traffic

Have been so lonely, so empty, so barren…


I’m waitin’ for the season to change

I’m waitin’ for the clouds to burst

Nothings left to expect, other than the rains…

Drench me O rain, and wipe my tears, and wipe my tears!


Like a street without light,

Like a temple before the dawn,

Like a leaders bust at crossroads,

Like an elder in a BIG house,

Like diwali at an orphanage

Gone is the vigor and gone is the buzz

Never been so out of words;


I‘m waitin’ for the season to change

I’m waitin’ for the clouds to burst

Nothings left to expect, other than the rains…

Drench me O rain, and wipe my tears, and wipe my tears!


Have never been so lonely, so empty, so barren…

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