The sky beneath

wrapped in soot, pulverized rays and a circuitous route, the itinerants zoom and zap their way..

they toil in air conditioned boxes and sweat and pant in their abode.

it's only in the evening when the sweat evolves into a lullaby of the wind and the twinkling lights that adorn the various high rise complexes look like twinkling stars dotted on the naked sky... the meaningless infiltration of desires into dreams seems fruitive.


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