In this city, though lights seldom go off,
At least not all at once,
Moonless nights here are just as scary
As they are in the hinterlands.
Or perhaps even more.
In this city, where lights seldom go off,
Shadows seldom leave you.
When white light pierces you, it makes one.
When yellow light pierces you, it makes another.
... Shadow of your own self.
In this city, where lights outnumber people,
You are one, shadows are many.
You feel happy that while lights are fixed,
You are free, you've a choice.
To move, to decide.
But didn't you ever think
that you are just a point where your shadows meet?
Dark shadows, faint shadows.
Small shadows, long shadows.
Don't you think lights decide more than you do?
Try to shorten one of your shadows, the others get longer.
Try to walk upon one, it itself gets longer.
Now think of doing away with all of them,
And you are about to dive into the blaze.
Lights. know. how to play with you.
April 28, 2008
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In this city, I have often felt the same way with the too many lights and the hiding darknesses. They kinda show you to yourself a little more clearly than in another place.
You'd miss it. :)
I love this these theme of "city", and the picture of shadows and light you've used real well here. I guess cities with all the brightness show us our different shadows, or maybe they split us up into different shadows and we're present at their meeting points...It's quite a phenomenon! Good poem. Keep writing these!
[Phoenix]
"..show you to yourself a little more clearly than in another place."
- holds for IIT too!
I will miss it for sure.. Only dunno when exactly it'll let me go :)
[Vibhav]
Thanks. :)
Our helplessness against them is indeed phenomenal.
I was talking about IIT only. It's the only city with a soul.
"But didn't you ever think
that you are just a point where your shadows meet?"
I've read that line and I've re-read it, over and over.
I am a fan.
[Phoenix]
.. a big soul. Thanks to all those professors and students who chose to be, or were rendered, soulless.
[Drenched]
Really glad to know that! Thanks. :)
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