Jithin @Dreamverb Jan 20, 2019 · 2 min read
I walk across Faces strange Sights unknown Some stories of happiness some of pain I walk among the songs of unheard and forgotten Some reflecting mirrors some hollow sanity The wind wrestles across skins Some kind and some bruised with the past Some souls bound to the chairs With sins past due and some fueling tears I see wrinkled eyes that look at me Like they do not look at me but themselves Like my soul was not mine anymore Somewhere far cherishing their past of young Caught in the shadows cast by busy streets Mine dissolves like its a part of them The smell of perfumes suffocate the poor As they search for egoistic heads and pitying eyes Strange as it is the life around here Friends vastly available on a screen Eyes melted away into virtual reality Hanging by the thread of social availability Ears enslaved by electronic magnets Irony playing the sounds of nature to calm us Shutting ourselves away into a world of sanity Storing insanity into our devices with password protected privacy Chemical formulas now run in our blood Than the DNA that made our traits The elders pass on the poison As the children enjoy the gift I see lie being sold as truth to all that believe They are being called the messengers Worshiped, Loved and admired They bathe in the excuses of our sins Lives bargained for wealth Relationships compromised for lust Minds finding new ways to excuse its crimes I find a world that ended long before my birth
Poetry by Jithin 