the night
under the night sky,
the streetlight lit trees
moon stands far at a distance
and stars nowhere to be seen,
my grim shadow falls at the neighboring building
as i see the cars rushing fast into the nightlife scene.
(the music played inside them , the beats are deafening)
the music in my hands goes silent with their honking.
slowly i forget the music in my hands
to the deafening beats my head starts moving,
the cars pass raising the sands
and the music in my hand comes back to my ears;
soft , sweet, slow but i want it no more
the wind goes whizzing but i don't need it anymore.
i am standing alone at my terrace
but i seem to have a companion:
looking at me from the other building,
i see my grim shadow fading.
it vaporizes into the sky
forms its own cloud
when under the night sky
the music was very loud.
i stand there watching the cloud of my shadow
: shapeless , amorphous, gray , scattered.
i raise my hand for reasons i don't know
i raise my hand to touch it but farther it goes
hiding the distant moon
which stands aloof.
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