Yesterday's two vague colours voyages down to the vibgyor,
Cantilevered by lights that are too bright
Fretted walkers are still peculiar,
Urging hard to leap reverse
to the soft side of man.
Spring falls to the unlucky eyes,
Crestfallen to those lives in black and white.
The buzz in the busy streets, dreaded the loud screams of false victory.
Happiness is now sold for the vaporwave,
Partly concentrated on seclusion of negativity to be
Proclaimed as new positivity.
The fastcars rumbles,
Smokes emit
to cluster the freshness,
Humdrums imposes more
For some its fun
and other its gore.
It was not like before,
We are afraid honestly, to
the mornings that starts with a hot steam of caffeine
And ends up with
mead to sleep
Holistic ideas of pioneers,
which lamented Freud's ego, superego and id
are receding from view.
In the city full of neon, debts and drinks
It pricks heaviness
of a wandering beauty
that is better offshore.
Housing the celebrated
and the wealthiest,
The obscure and the anonymous
And we are finding one in between.
We caress the lopsided offerings,
Of being the authors of tranquility
Not disdaining in chaos
that splinters the skulls with disco.
Artificiality is a masterpiece;
A tool of supererogation,
Until it reverts
back to us in grime.
The only bragged expiation,
the possible enlightenment is start seeing the light
That was not too bright.
