I'm in the white city. A dense fog disintegrates
all my hopes. Non-existent worlds are something
that people dream of. Disoriented, they walk on
the terminal's sidewalk. The lights are switching
...
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Contrasts between thought and the existing reality. Dreams of white city, white fog, mist but experiencing horror movies, fast food kiosks, etc. Such city really exists in dream only. But screaming left behind not of having the address to reach there.....A trance got shape by words. Place of resting the soul, yet sense of reality doesn't allow the soul to rest so contrast reflects through the poem.................Regards, Pranab k c
Maybe he's the victim of an aggression, Or maybe he's someone, who has lost his love. Maybe it's just an echo... I'm in the white city And I'm searching for you in the darkness.... - excellent poem 10