Sunday, August 16, 2009

No One But Me

There’s no one but me,there’s no one but me.
It’s 11.30 at night and the streets are empty.
I am stranded alone in this godforsaken city.
There’s no one here except good ol’ me.


Looks like this city died quite sometime back
Everything here though has been left intact.
Down the road,I even found a familiar Big Mac
The houses are all red and the streets are all black.


I find myself wondering how this city died.
Maybe a disease that no one survived.
Or perhaps a nuclear bomb cast it aside
Wonder how I ended up on this city’s inside


But then I stopped wondering where everyone had gone
As It hit me like bricks on my head.
Something that I should have long ago known.
It was not the city it was me who was dead

8 comments:

Samadrita said...

Hey that is quite good.Keep it up.I liked it a lot :) especially the last line.I feel the same sometimes.

Smoke, weed, novels and maths said...

:D Really nice.
You have an uncanny ability to write exactly what most students of our age are supposedly feeling at this point f their lives.

Keep up

adidas said...

dude well expressed.reminds me of john constantine.

Atindriyo said...

Reminds me of the famous dream-sequence from Bergman's Wild Strawberries........
And of Jibanananda Das's "Aar Kichhu Dekhhechho ki?/ Ekraash Taara aar Monument Bhora Raater Kolkata?".....
Great Job.....Keep it up ! Ahoy!

shambo said...

Easily one of your best posts... Keep up the good work!!

Nightwing said...

thanks a lot everyone....

@atin-osob bhagobaander katha anis re...kharap laage...

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

hey itz relly very nice.........n i hafta agree wid Sammy dat d last line is very striking.........i av d same kind of feeling sometimes

eddie said...

good one dude...... not the best of yours.. but still brilliant..