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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