Buildings

At the edge of my bed I often sit

and gaze at the buildings of height.

Sun rises and settles eventually

but these buildings never cease to look bright.

The engine, man, never stops to run,

keeps the midnight oil burning.

Forgets more in the name of learn

while seeking contentment by promoting longing.

No wonder these are tall

for they can only take us away from ground.

Humpty dumpty did fall

and so did all those who were around.

Noise, the one which is outside, is cancelled

while the one on inside seeks medical attention.

Because there isn’t a proper connection

between the engine and nature, 

climbing these buildings look like an adventure.

At the top, although, sits some similar,

looking outside from the edge of his bed.

No, it is my reflection itself

telling me that the Sun has set.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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